The most wonderful- the most ingenious- and let me add,
Mr.- Mr.- Thompson, I believe, is your name- let me add, I say the
most useful- the most truly useful- mechanical contrivances are
daily springing up like mushrooms, if I may so express myself, or,
more figuratively, like- ah- grasshoppers- like grasshoppers, Mr.
Thompson- about us and ah- ah- ah- around us!"
Thompson, to be sure, is not my name; but it is needless to say that
I left General Smith with a heightened interest in the man, with an
exalted opinion of his conversational powers, and a deep sense of
the valuable privileges we enjoy in living in this age of mechanical
invention. My curiosity, however, had not been altogether satisfied,
and I resolved to prosecute immediate inquiry among my
acquaintances, touching the Brevet Brigadier General himself, and
particularly respecting the tremendous events quorum pars magna
fuit, during the Bugaboo and Kickapoo campaign.
The first opportunity which presented opportunity which presented
itself, and which (horresco referens) I did not in the least scruple
to seize, occurred at the Church of the Reverend Doctor Drummummupp,
where I found myself established, one Sunday, just at sermon time, not
only in the pew, but by the side of that worthy and communicative
little friend of mine, Miss Tabitha T.
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