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"Some years since" said Thackeray in a public speech, "when I was younger, and used to frequent jolly assemblies, I wrote a Bacchanalian song to be chanted after dinner;" and a contemporary record has preserved a note of "the radiant gratification of his face whilst Horace Mayhew sang The Mahogany Tree, perhaps the finest and most soul-stirring of Thackeray's social songs." “Good day, Johnny Blossom! What did you want to see me about?” “It was good of you,” he said as gravely as the Indian had spoken. “But you can help me further perhaps.”.
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