s name is Grayle,
Louis Grayle. There's hodd stories 'bout 'im, werry hodd. 'E tries to
work a werry wiry dodge on the johnny-raws, bout bein' ha 'undred hand
ten years hold. Says 'e's got some kind o' water wot kips hun' from
growink hold, My heye! strikes me if 'e 'ad, 'e wouldn't bein' sellin'
soap 'bout 'ere. Go hup to 'im hand tell 'im to move hon, 'e's ben
wurkin this lay long enough, I _ham_ thinkin'.

Such, gentle reader, was the condition of Louis Grayle when I last saw
him. By the assistance of confederates and other means, he had imposed
on our good friend Doctor Fenwick, in former years, and nearly driven
that poor gentleman crazy during his celibacy, especially as the doctor
in all this period would smoke hasheesh and drink laudanum
cocktails--two little facts neglected to be mentioned in 'A Strange
Story.' Now, he was poor as a crow, this Louis Grayle, and was only too
glad to turn the information he had learned of Haroun of Aleppo, to
profitable account--the most valuable knowledge he had gained from that
Oriental sage being the composition of a soap, good to erase stains from
habits.

CHAPTER IV.

Mrs. Colonel Poyntz having rendered herself generally disagreeable to
even the London world of fashion, by her commanding presence, has been
quietly put aside, and at latest accounts, every thing else having
failed, had taken up fugitive American secessionists for subjects, and
reports of revolvers and pokers (a slavish game of cards) were
circulated as filling the air she ruled.

CHAPTER V.

Doctor Fenwick is now the father of four small tow-headed children, who
poss the long Australian days teasing a tame Kangaroo and stoning the
loud-laughing great kingfisher and other birds, catalogue of which is
mislaid. His wife has not had a single nervous attack for years, and
probably never will have another. Doctor Faber married Mrs. Ashleigh!

Doctor Fenwick, it is needless to say, has thrown his library of
Alchemists, Rosicrucianists, Mesmerists, Spiritualists,
Transcendentalists, and all other trashy lists into the fire, together
with several pounds of bang, hasheesh, cocculus indicus, and opium. He
at this present time of writing, is an active, industrious, intelligent,
and practical man, finding in the truthful working out THE great
problem, Do unto others as you would have others do unto you, an
exceeding great reward.

THE END.

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_WHAT THEN?_

BY J. HA