[In the following childish amusement, one extends his arm, and the other in illustration of the narrative, strikes him gently with the side of his hand at the shoulder and wrist; and then at the word "middle," with considerable force, on the flexor muscles at the elbow-joint.]
My father was a Frenchman,
He bought for me a fiddle,
He cut me here, he cut me here,
He cut me right in the middle.
Nursery Rhyme. Cccxxxv. Games
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