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clat that he was admitted to become a baccalaureate, and further presented with the greates

went up to pass his Little-go exam, and, since all work and no play is apt to render any Jack a dull, he was recreating himself by a solitary promenade in

vehemently pursued by an irate cow, whose reasoning faculties were too obviously, in the words of Opheli

the precedence of the cow by several yards, and attained the umbrageous shelter of a tre

by love at first sight (the intelligent reader will please understand that the foregoing refers to the maiden and not at all

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ng off to run ventre à terre in the direction whence he had come. The distracted animal, abandoning the female in distress, imm

led the cap on one of its horn

redible activity, he had the misery of feeling his alternate

rmounted a gate. The cow only delayed sufficiently to rend the garment into innumerable fragments, after which it cleared the gate with a sing

he whole population was in consternation at witnessing such a shuddering rac

was irrevocably bent on running him to earth, he took the flying leap into the shop o

arged the barrier with such insensate fury that her horns and appertai

re at last clipped, sallied boldly forth, and, summoning a police

gency he acquired great kudos in the eyes of all his fe

wreck behind her! Nor with all his endeavours could he so much as learn her name, condition, or whereabouts, but the remembrance of her manifold charms rendered him moonstruck with the tender passion,

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Metropolis, and became a candidate for forensic honours at one of the legal temples, lodging under the elegant roof of a matron who regarded him as her b

which, to the best of this deponent's knowledge and belief, has seldom before been offered to a raw tyro, and never, certainly, to a young Indian student. However, with rare modesty Mr Bhosh

er that no hero can achieve anything very striking while he is still a hobbardehoy, and that I cannot-like some popular novelists-insult thei

nth of London society, with which I may claim to have rather a profound fam

little patience,