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    Punchinello, Volume 1, No. 16, July 16, 1870
    Punchinello, Volume 1, No. 16, July 16, 1870
    Punchinello, Volume 1, No. 16, July 16, 1870
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    Punchinello, Volume 1, No. 16, July 16, 1870

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      Punchinello, Volume 1, No. 16, July 16, 1870 - Archive Classics

      Project Gutenberg's Punchinello, Vol. 1, No. 16, July 16, 1870, by Various

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      Title: Punchinello, Vol. 1, No. 16, July 16, 1870

      Author: Various

      Posting Date: October 29, 2011 [EBook #9877]

      Release Date: February, 2006

      First Posted: October 26, 2003

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PUNCHINELLO, JULY 16, 1870 ***

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      Punchinello, Vol. 1, No. 16, July 16, 1870

      THE MYSTERY OF MR. E. DROOD.

      AN ADAPTATION.

      BY ORPHEUS C. KERR.

      CHAPTER X.—(Continued.)

      The Pond at Bumsteadville is sufficiently near the turnpike to be readily reached from the latter, and, if mentioned in the advertisement of a summer boarding-house, would be called Lake Duckingham, on account of the fashionable ducks resorting thither for bathing and flirtation in the season. When July's sun turns its tranquil mirror to hues of amber and gold, the slender mosquito sings Hum, sweet Hum, along its margin; and when Autumn hangs his livery of motley on the trees, the glassy surface breathes out a mist wherefrom arises a spectre, with one hand of ice and the other of flame, to scatter Chills and Fever. Strolling beside this picturesque watering-place in the dusk, the Gospeler suddenly caught the clatter of a female voice, and, in a moment, came face to face with MONTGOMERY and MAGNOLIA PENDRAGON.

      A cold and frog-like place, this, for a lady's walk, Miss PENDRAGON, he said, hastily swallowing a bronchial troche to neutralize the damp air admitted in speaking. I hope you have on your overshoes.

      My sister brings me here, explained the brother, so that her constant talking to me, may not cause other people's heads to pain them.

      I believe, continued the Reverend OCTAVIUS, walking slowly on with them, I believe, Mr. PENDRAGON, your sister finds out from you everything that you learn, or say, or do?

      Everything, assented the young man, who seemed greatly exhausted. She averages one question a minute.

      Consequently, went on Mr. SIMPSON, she knows that I have advised you to make some kind of apology to EDWIN DROOD, for the editorial remarks passing between you on a certain important occasion? He looked at the sister as he spoke, and took that opportunity to quickly swallow a quinine powder as a protection from the chills.

      My brother, sir, said MAGNOLIA, because, like the Lesbian Alcaeus, fighting for the liberty of his native Mitylene, he has sympathized with his native South, finds himself treated by Mr. DROOD with a lack of magnanimity of which even the renegade PITTACUS would have been ashamed.

      But even at that, returned the Gospeler, much educated by her remark, would it not be better for us all, to have this hapless misunderstanding manfully explained away, and a reconciliation achieved?

      Did AESCHYLUS explain to the Areopagus, after he had been unjustly abused? asked the young female student, eagerly. Or did he, rather, nobly prefer to remain silent, even until AMEINIAS reminded his prejudiced Yankee judges that he had fought at Salamis?

      Dear me, ejaculated the Gospeler, gasping, I only meant—

      I defend my brother, continued MAGNOLIA, passionately, as in the Antigone of SOPHOCLES, ELECTRA defends ORESTES; and even if he has no PYLADES, he shall still be not without a friend in the habitation of the Pylopidae.

      Upon my soul! murmured the Reverend Mr. SIMPSON, this is a dreadful state of things.

      I may as well confess to you, sir, said MONTGOMERY, temporarily removing his fingers from his ears, that I admire Miss POTTS as much as I'm down on DROOD.

      He admires her, struck in his sister, as ALCMAN, of Sardis, admired MEGALOSTRATA; and, in her betrothal to a Yankee, sees another SAPPHO matrimonially sacrificed to another CERCOLAS of Andros.

      Mr. PENDRAGON, panted the Gospeler, "you must

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