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-- CHAPTER VII. Shews how some People pass their Time in the: :

Country. 7 ACHARY returned disconfolate to his

shop.-." How do we go on at Lord Crowbery's ?" quoth Alexander Kinloch. “ The devil take Lord Crowbery,” replied Zachary," and that blind bitch Fortune into the bargain, for putting a coronet over the ears of a custom-house officer.”_" She has, put à crest as well as a coronet over liis ears, if Fame says true,” resum'd Kinloch, with a grin.--" If Fame says that, Fame lies,” said Zachary.“ A fellow that but yesterday, as it were, trampt about with a pen and inkhorn in his button-hole, to talk to me in such a stile: I have been treated scurvily, friend Sawa ney;, he has dismiss'd me from all further at-tendance on his lady: poor dear soul, she will. be lost without my help; there is not a man in England can discern the cause of her complaint so well as I can; it breaks my heart to think that’any other person shou'd prescribe to. her; yet there's not a minute to be lost, for her pulse was going at an hundred and twenty-five.



when I left her."-" That betokens a crisis," said Kinloch.--" Right,", quoth the Doctor, « and 'tis then the patient has most need of a physician; urgente morbo adfit medicus." "I foresaw what wou'd happen,” cried the North Briton; “ your own dear wife has made all the mischief, tattling about Henry and my lady, and how they met at your house, and what passed at their meeting when she hug'd him in her arms, which has been told my lord; and so they wou'd not let the man be a cuckold in quiet, but must be talking to him about it, which, if it was your own case, you must confess, is not the pleasantest thing to hear ; but for my part I make it a rule to let all such trifles pass, and say nothing of the matter." “ Aye, aye,” answered Zachary, “ you are a wise man, Sawney, and know how to keep peace and filence in a family; but my tippling saint of a wife has such a curft tongue of her own, that there is nothing she so dearly loves as scandal, except it be the brandy-bottle; but her pleasure will be her poifon, for the's tack'd in the liver, and tumbling off the perch. As for that blustering lord, his 'custom I fhou'd not value at a doit, nor his castle neither, if my lady was not in it; I can live with

- out out either; for I don't believe that obftinate fellow has taken a dose of my drugs these ten years past, and if he lets it alone for ten years to come I care not ; let him go off in his own way; I shou'd be sorry to save him a trip to the other world, and employ my skill in his cure, which I must in conscience do, was I call'd in; 'tis exactly the case with justice Blachford; I know I am defrauding the devil of his due by keeping him alive ; but if a man won't die when his brains are out, how can I help it? If some folks had had the handling of his scull, the world before this wou'd have been rid of a monster.” .

Whether the deputy doctor took this as a side-blow at hinaself I cannot say, but certainly a learned dispute sprung up between him and his principal upon the application of the trepan, which branch'd out into so many zige zags and crosscuts, and was carried on with so little method, and so much abuse of brevity, that after Zachary's vanity had run foul of Alexander's spleen, his choler began to chafe and fume at such a rate, that pestle and mortar never set up a more clamorous argument than now ensued between master and man, which


was only put an end to by the superior din of Jemima's bell.

In the mean time the hours at Manstock House moved on in harmony and peace: each division of the day had its appropriated occupation or amusement: the morning ride, the social meal, the evening walk, the hour of rest, each link of time kept it's due place and period: order and regularity were so perfectly observed throughout the whole establishment, that though the spirit of the master pervaded every part, his voice was no where heard ; the domestics were a numerous body, but; like well-disciplined veterans, each knew his duty and no one fwerved from it.

Here our hero might have reposed in abfolute tranquillity, had his feelings been less: alive to the disconfolate situation of his suffering mother, or had his wandering fancy (for: why should I conceal the truth ?); permittedi him to enjoy the comforts of an amiable society,, without a profest partiality to any one in particular belonging to it: but nature and philofophy are at constant variance'; the warmth which one inspires ill suits the cool: ness, which the other prescribes. Though the


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conversation of Sir Roger and the Reverend Mr. Claypole offered all the edification that experience could minister to a youthful hearer, yet perverse nature (or something we are willing to ascribe to nature) biassed the judgment of our hero so as to induce him to prefer the Nightest syllable, that gave motion to Ifabella's lovely lips, before all the anecdotes of Sir Roger, or the metaphysics of Mr. Claypole: this was not a preference which his under. ftanding gave, for that he never called into council on the question ; but he listened as his eyes directed him, and judged as his heart prescribed. Though he was not to learn that tine moves on with equal step, yet he miscalculated moft grofsly, reckoning hours but as minutes when alone with Isabella, and minutes as hours without her. Any other person would have found out these were symptoms of love, Henry only found out they were mistakes, and never ventured to search into the cause of them: Ifabella, who was even less experienced, and somewhat younger than himself, was so fure that sbe loved no human creature comparably to her father, and really did love him. with such true devotion, that she had no idea there might be attachments of another fort:


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