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Philadelphia Bon Mots.-WeIl, B., said a member of the bar to another, T have been trying to wade through your tragedy, but I could not get on.' 1T dare say not was the answer, you found yourself beyond your depth.' This is a miserable day. said another of the wrangling tribe to professional friend, on one S o1 the late raw and rainy mornings: suicide; have a great mind to blow my brains out" "Well, try it; you will be a glorious shot if you ha 'em,'' was the quick reply