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THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD

tales, and cures for the bite of a mad dog; while Philautos, Philalethes, Philelutheros, and Philanthropos all wrote better, because they wrote faster than I.
" Now, therefore, I began to associate with none but disappointed authors like myself, who praised, deplored, and despised each other. The satisfaction we found in every celebrated writer's attempts was inversely as their merits. I found that no genius in another could please me. My unfortunate paradoxes had entirely dried up that source of comfort. I could neither read nor write with satisfaction; for excellence in another was my aversion, and writing was my trade.
" In the midst of these gloomy reflections, as I was one day sitting on a bench in St James's Park, a young gentleman of distinction, who had been my intimate acquaintance at the university, approached me. We saluted each other with some hesitation; he almost ashamed of being known to one who made so shabby an appearance, and I afraid of repulse. But my suspicions soon vanished; for Ned Thornhill was at the bottom a very good-natured fellow."
" What did you say, George? " interrupted I. " Thornhill-was not that his name? It can certainly be no other than my landlord."-" Bless me," cried Mrs Arnold, " is Mr Thornhill so near a neighbour of yours? He has long been a friend in our family, and we expect a visit from him shortly."
" My friend's first care," continued my son, " was to alter my appearance by avery fine suit of his own clothes, and then I was admitted to his table, upon the footing of half friend, half underling. My business was to attend him at auctions, to put him in spirits when he sat for his picture, to take the left hand in his chariot

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