A QUIET BYE 



ling rain too became changed into larger, heavier 

 drops, and thrusting his hat upon his brow, Mr. 

 Jorrocks buttoned his coat up to the throat, and 

 wrapping its laps over his thighs, tucked them in 

 between his legs and the saddle. Dismal and 

 disheartening were his thoughts, and many his 

 misgivings for his rashness. ' Oh, dear ! oh, dear ! ' 

 muttered he, ' wot a most momentous crisis lost ! 

 lost ! lost ! completely lost ! Dinner lost ! 'ounds 

 lost, self lost all lost together! Oh, vot evil 

 genius ever tempted me from the lovely retirement 

 o' Great Coram Street ? Oh ! why did I neglect 

 the frindly warnin' o' Gabriel Junks ? Change, 

 change storm, storm was in his every scream, 

 and yet I would go. Cuss the rain, it's gettin' 

 down my werry back, I do declare ' ; saying which 

 he turned the blue collar of his coat up to his ears, 

 and both laps flew out with a desperate gust of 

 wind. 'Ord rot it,' said he, 'it's not never no 

 use persewerin', may as well give in at once and 

 'ark back to Snivey ; my Berlins are wet through, 

 and I shall be drenched in another second. 



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