Our Odd-men 



person were endless, and we never knew In 

 what fashion they would next appear. 



One winter morning we awoke to find 

 the snow had fallen fast and thick In the 

 night. The coaching roads were In a 

 terrible condition, and Sprlghdy was 

 chosen on this occasion to go before the 

 coach with a long pole sounding the roads, 

 and gave rise to much mirth amongst the 

 passengers by appearing suitably attired In 

 an old huntsman's coat with a lady's lace 

 collar round his neck. When the road be- 

 came clearer and more passable Sprlghdy 

 had a lift on the coach, and In this way 

 travelled up to London. I heard the 

 sequel from a friend of mine In the 

 Metropolis. He was a very correct young 

 man, a dandy In his quiet fashion. As he 

 was walking down Fleet Street one after- 

 noon he saw a crowd of people following 

 an odd-looking figure, a tall thin man 

 attired in a huntsman's coat and a lady's 

 lace collar. Imagine the pleasure of my 

 prim friend when he found himself ac- 

 costed by this interesting scarecrow with, 



" Hullo, JVIr. C , Is that you ? How 



be you ? '' and, looking up, recognised our 

 man Sprightly. 



Perhaps the strongest tie that kept 

 Sprightly ever about us was my brother 

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