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"In how many kingdoms of the world,"—[Here Trim kept waving his right-hand from the sermon to the extent of his arm, returning it backwards and forwards to the conclusion of the paragraph.]
"In how many kingdoms of the world has the crusading sword of this misguided saint-errant spared neither age, or merit, or sex, or condition?—and, as he fought under the banners of a religion which set him loose from justice and humanity, he shew'd none; mercilessly trampled upon both,—heard neither the cries of the unfortunate, nor pitied their distresses."
[I have been in many a battle, an' please your Honour, quoth Trim, sighing, but never in so melancholy a one as this.—I would not have drawn a trickerin
