As The Notary Was Passing On By A Dark Passage, Complaining In This
Sort, A Voice Call'd Out To A Girl, To Bid Her Run For The Next
Notary.
- Now the notary being the next, and availing himself of his
situation, walk'd up the passage to the door,
And passing through
an old sort of a saloon, was usher'd into a large chamber,
dismantled of everything but a long military pike, - a breastplate,-
-a rusty old sword, and bandoleer, hung up, equidistant, in four
different places against the wall.
An old personage who had heretofore been a gentleman, and unless
decay of fortune taints the blood along with it, was a gentleman at
that time, lay supporting his head upon his hand in his bed; a
little table with a taper burning was set close beside it, and
close by the table was placed a chair: - the notary sat him down in
it; and pulling out his inkhorn and a sheet or two of paper which
he had in his pocket, he placed them before him; and dipping his
pen in his ink, and leaning his breast over the table, he disposed
everything to make the gentleman's last will and testament
Alas! Monsieur le Notaire, said the gentleman, raising himself up
a little, I have nothing to bequeath, which will pay the expense of
bequeathing, except the history of myself, which I could not die in
peace, unless I left it as a legacy to the world: the profits
arising out of it I bequeath to you for the pains of taking it from
me.
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