He smeared himself and he smeared the Proofs, the night through, to that degree that when Sol gave him warning to depart (in a four-wheeler), few could have said which was them, and which was him, and which was blots.  His last instructions was, that I should instantly run and take his corrections to the office of the present Journal.  I did so.  They most likely will not appear in print, for I noticed a message being brought round from Beauford Printing House, while I was a throwing this concluding statement on paper, that the ole resources of that establishment was unable to make out what they meant.  Upon which a certain gentleman in company, as I will not more particularly name,—­but of whom it will be sufficient to remark, standing on the broad basis of a wave-girt isle, that whether we regard him in the light of,—­{3} laughed, and put the corrections in the fire.

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{1} Its name and address at length, with other full particulars, all editorially struck out.

{2} The remainder of this complimentary sentence editorially struck out.

{3} The remainder of this complimentary parenthesis editorially struck out.