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on the other, like Pantagruel and his companions in quest of the oracle of the bottle, all embarked and out of sight.
—The poor Strasburgers left upon the beach!
—What was to be done?—No delay—the uproar increased—every one in disorder—the city gates set open.—
Unfortunate Strasburgers! was there in the store-house of nature—was there in the lumber-rooms of learning—was there in the great arsenal of chance, one single engine left undrawn forth to torture your curiosities, and stretch your desires, which was not pointed by the hand of fate to play upon your hearts?—I dip not my pen into my ink to excuse the surrender of yourselves—'tis to write yourpanegyrick
