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'The matter?' He stared for a ain 'No, Willia is the matter' 'If you could be persuaded to smarten yourself up a little, Frederick--' 'Aye, aye!' said the old man hurriedly 'But I can't be I can't be

Don't talk so That's all over'

The Father of the Marshalsea glanced at a passing Collegian hom he

was on friendly terms, as who should say, 'An enfeebled old man, this;

but he is my brother, sir, my brother, and the voice of Nature is

potent!' and steered his brother clear of the handle of the pu to the perfection of

his character as a fraternal guide, philosopher and friend, if he had

only steered his brother clear of ruin, instead of bringing it upon him

'I think, William,' said the object of his affectionate consideration,

'that I ao home to bed'

'My dear Frederick,' returned the other, 'don't let me detain you; don't

sacrifice your inclination to me' 'Late hours, and a heated atmosphere, and years, I suppose,' said

Frederick, 'weaken me' 'My dear Frederick,' returned the Father of the Marshalsea, 'do you

think you are sufficiently careful of yourself? Do you think your habits