During the play he took a knee to the helmet.

Through dreary beds of tangled fern, / Through groves of nightshade dark and dern.

“That hooligan gaffled my wallet,” Seth told Mort, his breathing now back to near normal.

He uſed ſtill to ride about the country on one of theſe mares—but then he rode her very œconomically ; on the ſoft turf adjoining the road, without putting himſelf to the expence of ſhoes—as he obſerved, “ The turf was ſo pleaſant to a horſe’s foot !” And when any gentleman called to pay him a viſit, and the boy who attended in the ſtables was profuſe enough to put a little hay before his horſe, old Elwes would ſlily ſteal back into the ſtable, and take the hay very carefully away.