(_A real bit from life at a City company's dinner_)
_Young Visitor._ Really, sir, you must excuse me. I am compelled to
refuse.
_Old Alderman_ (_with profound astonishment_). What, refuse these
beautiful grouse? It's impossible!
_Young Visitor._ It _is_ impossible, I can assure you, sir. I cannot eat
any more.
_Old Alderman_ (_tenderly_). Come, come. I tell you what now. Just take
my advice, and _try a cold chair_.
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DESIGN FOR A PAPER-WEIGHT.--The portrait of a gentleman waiting for the
_Times_.
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