Blotting It Out


MATHEWS'S attendant, in his last illness, intending to give him his

medicine, gave in mistake some ink from a phial on a shelf. On

discovering the error, his friend exclaimed, Good heavens! Mathews, I

have given you ink.--Never--never mind, my boy--never mind, said

Mathews, faintly, I'll swallow a bit--of blotting-paper.



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