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WALKING TO THE
John. I'm glad I walk’d. How fresh the country looks! Is yonder planting where this byway joins The turnpike?
John. And when does this come by ?
James. The mail ? At one o'clock.
John. What is it now?
James. A quarter to.
John. Whose house is that I see
Beyond the watermills ?
James. Sir Edward Head's :
But he's abroad : the place is to be sold.
John. Oh, his. He was not broken.
James. No, sir, he,
Vex'd with a morbid devil in his blood
That veil'd the world with jaundice, hid his face
John. And whither ?
James. Nay, who knows? he's here and there. But let him go; his devil goes with him, As well as with his tenant, Jocky Dawes. John. What's that ?
James. You saw the man but yesterday : He pick'd the pebble from your horse's foot. His house was haunted by a jolly ghost That rummaged like a rat. No servant staid : The farmer vext packs up his beds and chairs, And all his household stuff; and with his boy Betwixt his knees, his wife upon the tilt, Sets forth, and meets a friend who hails him, “What! You're flitting !” “Yes, we're flitting,” says the ghost, (For they had pack'd the thing among the beds,)
"Oh well,” says he, “ you flitting with us to Jack, turn the horses' heads and home again.”
John. He left his wife behind: for so I heard.
James. He left her, yes. I met my lady once :
John. Oh yet but I remember, ten years back
James. Ay, ay, the blossom fades, and they that loved,
men, like manners : like breeds like, they say.
Kind nature is the best: those manners next
That fit us like a nature second-hand;
John. But I had heard it was this bill that past, And fear of change at home, that drove him hence.
James. That was the last drop in the cup of gall.
a college in the South :
By night we dragg'd her to the college tower
had the mother sow,
James. Not they.
John. Well — after all
What know we of the secret of a man?
His nerves were wrong.
What ails us, who are sound, That we should mimic this raw fool the world, Which charts us all in its coarse blacks or whites, As ruthless as a baby with a worm, As cruel as a schoolboy ere he grows To Pity — more from ignorance than will.