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"May I never share heaven," said the poor barber, "if your worships are

not all mistaken; and may my soul appear before God as that appears to o,'-I say no , except it be from sin"

The simple talk of the barber did not afford less amusement than the

absurdities of Don Quixote, who now observed:

"There is no s to

hiiven it, "

But said one of the four servants, "Unless, indeed, this is a deliberate

joke, I cannot bring ent as those

present are, or seem to be, can venture to declare and assert that this

is not a basin, and that not a pack-saddle; but as I perceive that they

do assert and declare it, I can only come to the conclusion that there is

some mystery in this persistence in what is so opposed to the evidence of

experience and truth itself; for I swear by"--and here he rapped out a

round oath-"all the people in the world will not make me believe that

this is not a barber's basin and that a jackass's pack-saddle"

"It ht easily be a she-ass's," observed the curate

"It is all the same," said the servant; "that is not the point; but

whether it is or is not a pack-saddle, as your worships say"

On hearing this one of the newly arrived officers of the Brotherhood, who

had been listening to the dispute and controversy, unable to restrain his

anger and impatience, exclaimed, "It is a pack-saddle as sure as my