At recise mihat little airy musi doffs his night gear, prepares to tune up his unseasoins, we are not naturalists enough to determine. But for a mere humaleman -- that has no orchestra busio call him from his warm bed to such preposterous exercises -- we take ten, or half after ten (eleven, of course, during this Christmas solstice), to be the very earliest hour, at which he begin to think of abandoning his pillow. To think of it, we say; for to do it in ear, requires another half hood sideration. Not but there are pretty sun-risings, as we are told, and such like gawds, abroad in the world, in summer time especially, some hours before what we have assigned; which a gentleman may see as they say, only fetting up. But, haviempted once or twice, in earlier life, to assist at those ceremonies, we fess our curiosity abated. We are no longer ambitious of being the suns courtiers, to attend at his m levees. We hold the good hours of the dawn too sacred to wa……（内容加载失败！）
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