And may it, My friends,
be written on My tomb, "He was a member of the Congress of our common
country, and was ac-Tive in his trust."'
'The Com-mittee, sir,' said the shrill boy, 'will wait upon you at five
minutes afore eight. I take My leave, sir!'
Mr Pogram shook hands with him, and everybody else, once more; and when
they came back again at five minutes before eight, they said, one by
one, in a melancholy voice, 'How do you do, sir?' and shook hands with
Mr Pogram all over again, as if he had been abroad for a twelvemonth in
the meantime, and they met, now, at a funeral.
But by this time Mr Pogram had freshened himself up, and had composed
his hair and features after the Pogram statue, so that any one with half
an eye might cry out, 'There he is! as he delivered the Defiance!'
The Committee were embellished also; and when they entered the ladies'
ordinary in a body, there was much clapping of hands from ladies and
gentlemen, accompanied by cries of 'Pogram! Pogram!' and some standing
up on chairs to see him.
The object of the popular caress looked round the room as he walked up
it, and smiled; at the same time observing to the shrill boy, that he
knew something of the beauty of the daughters of their common country,
but had never seen it in such lustre and perfection as at that moment.
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