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that shattered them like egg-shells.  The wigs of the next pair were similarly affected; and in seeking to recover them the pair similarly perished.  Then, crack! spat! pash!—­at every step the lady took there were two heads that beat as one.  In three minutes there was but a single living male in the room.  He was an odd one, who, having a lady opposite him, had merely pitched himself headlong into her stomach, doubling her like a lemon-squeezer.

It was merry to see the Lady Capilla floating through the mazy dance that night, with all those wigs fighting for their old places in her pigtail.

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THE MAGICIAN’S LITTLE JOKE.

About the middle of the fifteenth century there dwelt in the Black Forest a pretty but unfashionable young maiden named Simprella Whiskiblote.  The first of these names was hers in monopoly; the other she enjoyed in common with her father.  Simprella was the most beautiful fifteenth-century girl I ever saw.  She had coloured eyes, a complexion, some hair, and two lips very nearly alike, which partially covered a lot of teeth.  She was gifted with the complement of legs commonly worn at that period, supporting a body to which were loosely attached, in the manner of her country, as many arms as she had any use for, inasmuch as she was not required to hold baby.  But all these charms were only so many objective points for the operations of the paternal cudgel; for this father of hers was a hard, unfeeling man, who had no bowels of compassion for his bludgeon.  He would put it to work early, and keep it going all day; and when it was worn out with hard service, instead of rewarding it with steady employment, he would cruelly throw it aside and get a fresh one.  It is scarcely to be wondered at that a girl harried in this way should be driven to the insane expedient of falling in love.

Near the neat mud cottage in which Simprella vegetated was a dense wood, extending for miles in various directions, according to the point from which it was viewed.  By a method readily understood, it had been so arranged that it was the next easiest thing in the world to get into it, and the very easiest thing in the world to stay there.

In the centre of this labyrinth was a castle of the early promiscuous order of architecture—­an order which was until recently much employed in the construction of powder-works, but is now entirely exploded.  In this baronial hall lived an eligible single party—­a giant so tall he used a step-ladder to put on his hat, and could not put his hands into his pockets without kneeling.  He lived entirely alone, and gave himself up to the practice of iniquity, devising prohibitory liquor laws, imposing the income tax, and drinking shilling claret.  But, seeing Simprella one day, he bent himself into the form of a horse-shoe magnet to look into her eyes.  Whether it was his magnetic attitude acting upon a young heart steeled by adversity, or his chivalric forbearance in not eating her, I know not:  I only know that from that moment she became riotously enamoured of him; and the reader may accept either the scientific or the popular explanation, according to the bent of his mind.

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