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Little gnomes, dwelling in hollow teeth.  They find a tooth that has been plugged with gold, and it serves them as a gold mine.

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The wizard, Michael Scott, used to give a feast to his friends, the dishes of which were brought from the kitchens of various princes in Europe, by devils at his command.  “Now we will try a dish from the King of France’s kitchen,” etc.  A modern sketch might take a hint from this, and the dishes be brought from various restaurants.

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“Pixilated,”—­a Marblehead word, meaning bewildered, wild about any matter.  Probably derived from Pixy, a fairy.

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For a child’s story,—­imagine all sorts of wonderful playthings.

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Sir Walter Raleigh, Sir Thomas More, Algernon Sidney, or some other great man, on the eve of execution, to make reflections on his own head,—­considering and addressing it in a looking-glass.

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March 16, 1849.—­J——­ ... speaking of little B. P——­:  “I will hug him, so that not any storm can come to him.”

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A story, the principal personage of which shall seem always on the point of entering upon the scene, but never shall appear.

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In the “New Statistical Account of Scotland,” (Vol.  I.,) it is stated that a person had observed, in his own dairy, that the milk of several cows, when mixed together and churned, produced much less butter proportionably than the milk of a single cow; and that the greater the number of cows which contributed their milk, the smaller was the comparative product.  Hence, this person was accustomed to have the milk of each cow churned separately.

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A modern magician to make the semblance of a human being, with two laths for legs, a pumpkin for a head, etc., of the rudest and most meagre materials.  Then a tailor helps him to finish his work, and transforms this scarecrow into quite a fashionable figure.  At the end of the story, after deceiving the world for a long time, the spell should be broken, and the gray dandy be discovered to be nothing but a suit of clothes, with a few sticks inside of them.  All through his seeming existence as a human being there shall be some characteristics, some tokens, that to the man of close observation and insight betray him to be a thing of mere talk and clothes, without heart, soul, or intellect.  And so this wretched old creature shall become the symbol of a large class.

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The golden sands that may sometimes be gathered (always, perhaps, if we know how to seek for them) along the dry bed of a torrent adown which passion and feeling have foamed, and passed away.  It is good, therefore, in mature life, to trace back such torrents to their source.