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“When will the world get rid of this Apollyon Bonypart?”
said Mrs. Partington, as Ike threw down the
paper in which he had read a comparison between the
“18th Brumaire” and the “coup d'etat.” In the uncertain
glimmerings of her memory, she confounded the
nephew and uncle, and her thought took the course the
dim reminiscence pointed.

“Apollyon Bonypart! I remember all about him,
and his eighteenth blue mare too. I always wondered
where he got so many of 'em, — something like the
woolly horse, I guess, — and when he was transplanted
to Saint Domingo, Isaac, folks went up to the King's
Chapel to sing tedium about it, because they were glad
of it. And now he 's come back agin, with all his blue
mares with him.”

The dropping of a stitch brought her down from the
new hobby she was riding so furiously, and Ike drew a
picture of a blue mare, in chalk, upon the newly-washed
kitchen floor.

Mrs. Partington says she don't see why people
want to be always struggling for wealth; for her part,
she affirms that all she wants is food and raiment and
clothes to wear to meeting.

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