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Text for Page 048 [07-09-1859]

in a cabinet-making establishment, has a 
laugh upon which his pretensions to humour are
chiefly based, as exhilarating as the sound of a 
watchman�s rattle.     Talks loud and laughs loud-
er, insomuch that when he is at table it would 
be next to impossible for any persons, if at all
sensitive to clamor, to converse together.    Utters
mere trash and approbative jocularities of a 
second-rate order, repeating them twice over and
carrying all off successfully by dint of springing his
watchman�s rattle laugh.     Is considered by the
more feeble-minded the life of the establishment, very
few venturing to shower bath his pretensions by
repartee which would not be difficult.   I�ve thrown
a brick through his cucumber frame occasionally
when interfered with.     Happily he sits at t�other
end of the table.     Name Le Blond; grave looking
if he could keep his mouth shut, meager-ish visaged,
and I think inclining to gray hair, looks something
like an exceedingly common place Carlyle, if such
a contradiction can be supposed and portraits
do not lie.          A feminine employee in the es-
tablishment he belongs to, plump, not uncomely,
otherwise indistinguishable.          Miss Clarke,
dark haired, American-featured, with a rather
projecting under-jaw, otherwise might be considered
good-looking.   Has a mother who don�t show at
table, both occupying the big back parlor, erst               
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