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'ARRY ON HIS 'OLIDAY
Being an epistle from that notorious and ubiquitous person, luxuriating for the time in rural parts, to his chum Charlie, confined in town.
Wha' cheer, my dear Charlie? 'Ow are yer? I promised I'd drop yer a line.
I'm out on the trot for a fortnit; and ain't it golumpshusly fine?
Bin dooing the swell pretty proper, I beg to assure yer, old man.
Jest go it tip-top while you're at it, and blow the expense, is my plan.
Bin took for a nob, and no error this time; which my tailor's A 1.