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THE BROTHERS.

Scene—A lawyer's dreadful den. Enter stall-fed citizen.LAWYER.—'Mornin'. How-de-do? CITIZEN.—Sir, same to you. Called as counsel to retain you In a case that I'll explain you. Sad, so sad! Heart almost broke. Hang it! where's my kerchief? Smoke? Brother, sir, and I, of late, Came into a large estate. Brother's—h'm, ha,—rather queer Sometimes _(tapping forehead) _here. What he needs—you know—a "writ"— Something, eh? that will permit Me to manage, sir, in fine, His estate, as well as mine. 'Course he'll kick; 't will break, I fear, His loving heart—excuse this tear. LAWYER.—Have you nothing more? All of this you said before— When last night I took your case. CITIZEN.—Why, sir, your face Ne'er before has met my view! LAWYER.—Eh? The devil! True: My mistake—it was your brother. But you're very like each other.