The Remarkable History of Sir Thomas Upmore, bart., M.P., formerly known as Tommy Upmore""

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partly because I had never seen any of his memorable exploits. Perhaps that matters little, while his history so flour

the thing is the one to tell it. And

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g, and trenchant-as yours are become by experience-but exceedingly large,

ist the wild valour of the man, who proves that his mind is a tadpole's spawn, and then claims for that mind supreme dominion, and inborn omniscience? Before his acephal

make head, or tail, of such a little affair as I am? Not one of his countless theories about me has a grain of truth in it; though he sees me, and feels me, and pokes me in the side, and listens, as if I were a watch run down, to know whether I am going.

system, as youthful exultation once had done; and I could not afford to have a hole made in my ceiling. "However, Sir Thomas, I shall stick to my resolve. Th

ost place in his character, compelled him to shake

ommands the body to lie down, and be poked at, and probed, and pried into, with fifty subtle instruments, or even to be cut up, and analysed alive; and then understands never the more of it. If the mind can learn nothing

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a sharp review of something I had written; "you will give

at a few kind readers of sadly unscientific mind have hanker

e, better supported, and less strange, than those you accept without a wink; and perhaps your trouble

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