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A Sharp Brush
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SHERIDAN was down at Brighton one summer, when Fox, the manager,
desirous of showing him some civility, took him all over the theatre,
and, exhibited its beauties. There, Mr. Sheridan, said Fox, who
combined twenty occupations, without being clever in any, I built and
painted all these boxes, and I painted all these scenes.--Did you?
said Sheridan, surveying them rapidly; well, I should not, I am sure,
have known you were a Fox by your brush.
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