Note 55 — THE LAST OF THE GERALDINES.

This idea was a standing joke with him for some time, till old Kit Julian, the retired exciseman, (heretofore mentioned,) made a hit at my uncle, which put his comparison to an end. “By my troth, then, Counsellor,” said Kit, “if you are like a fir, it is not a ‘spruce fir’ any how.” This sarcasm cut my uncle in the raw; and it was said that he had an additional shaving day, and clean cravat every week afterward.