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Of all the tracts my father was at the pains to procure and study in support of his hypothesis, there was not any one wherein he felt a more cruel disappointment at first, than in the celebrated dialogue between Pamphagus and Cocles, written by the chaste pen of the great and venerable Erasmus, upon the various uses and seasonable applications of long noses.вБ†вЄїNow donвАЩt let Satan, my dear girl, in this chapter, take advantage of any one spot of rising ground to get astride of your imagination, if you can any ways help it; or if he is so nimble as to slip onвБ†вАФlet me beg of you, like an unbackвАЩd filly, to frisk it, to squirt it, to jump it, to rear it, to bound itвБ†вАФand to kick it, with long kicks and short kicks, till, like TickletobyвАЩs mare, you break a strap or a crupper and throw his worship into the dirt.вБ†вАФYou need not kill him.вБ†вАФ + 

вАФAnd pray who was TickletobyвАЩs mare?вБ†вАФвАЩtis just as discreditable and unscholarlike a question, Sir, as to have asked what year (ab. urb. con.) the second Punic war broke out.вБ†вАФWho was TickletobyвАЩs mare?вБ†вЄЇвБ†Read, read, read, read, my unlearned reader! readвБ†вАФor by the knowledge of the great saint ParaleipomenonвБ†вАФI tell you beforehand, you had better throw down the book at once; for without much reading, by which your reverence knows I mean much knowledge, you will no more be able to penetrate the moral of the next marbled page (motly emblem of my work!) than the world with all its sagacity has been able to unravel the many opinions, transactions, and truths which still lie mystically hid under the dark veil of the black one. + 