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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN ARM-CHAIR. [By E. Panting, Aged 12 ]

I am an old mahogany arm-chair. I stand at the fire-side of an old sailor's home on, the coast of Devonshire. Now then ! listen, for I have a history. Once there was a beautiful ship wrecked on the coast of Mew Zealand, and only a few people were saved, among others Tom Brown, the captain, who, as the ship broke up, clung to a piece of mahogany wood and was washed ashore ; when _he got on shore he travelled to Napier, still in posession of the mahogany, which he so prized that he had it made into me. When I was finished he had me put on board a now Bhip, and we soon arrived at Portsmouth, where Tom left his ship, and taking me with him went to hia wife, who made him promise never to go to sea again. After that he went out with the fishing boats, and returned every morning and had a nap in me before breakfast. And now I must stop or Tom will be angry, for me talking so loud.

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Evening Post, Volume XLVII, Issue 88, 14 April 1894, Page 1 (Supplement)

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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN ARM-CHAIR. [By E. Panting, Aged 12 ] Evening Post, Volume XLVII, Issue 88, 14 April 1894, Page 1 (Supplement)

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN ARM-CHAIR. [By E. Panting, Aged 12 ] Evening Post, Volume XLVII, Issue 88, 14 April 1894, Page 1 (Supplement)