LONDON: PRINTED BY SAMUEL BENTLEY, Dorset Street, Fleet Street. “My dear Johnny,” said the respectable widow Brag to her son, “what is the good of your going on in this way? Here, instead of minding the business, you are day after day galloping and gallivanting, steeple-chasing, fox-hunting, lord-hunting, a wasting your time and your substance, the shop going to old Nick, and _you_ getting dipped instead of your candles.”…
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