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A Familiar Friend
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SYDNEY SMITH was annoyed one evening by the familiarity of a young
gentleman, who, though a comparative stranger, was encouraged by Smith's
jocular reputation to address him by his surname alone. Hearing the
young man say that he was going that evening to see the Archbishop of
Canterbury for the first time, the reverend wit interposed, Pray don't
clap him on the back, and call him Howley.
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