THE POMPONIUS EGO DAY 



three 'oles, and don't let me catch you ridin' like 

 a dragon. Now, Mr. Hego, be arter mountin' 

 time's precious, and punctuality is the purlite- 

 ness of princes. There,' said he, as Ego got 

 himself into his saddle on Talavera, 'you are 

 mounted delightful! make a pictor for Leech! 

 Gave a mint o' money for that 'oss, but I doesn't 

 care a dump 'bout money, further nor as it 

 enables one to pursue the plisurs o the chase. 

 Pigg, put Arterxerxes next the rails, so that I 

 may get on easy. Whoay, 'oss! Whoay! 1 roared 

 Jorrocks, as the horse began fidgeting and hoist- 

 ing, on feeling his foot in the stirrup. * Whoay ! 

 I say, you hugly brute!' adding, 'rot ye, but 

 I'll take the gay insolence out o' your tail afore 

 night.' A bold effort lodged him in the first 

 floor of the saddle, and, gathering up his reins, 

 Jorrocks turned Arterxerxes' head from the 

 house, the horse walking with his fore legs, and 

 kicking with his hind ones, an example imme- 

 diately followed by the other three. Away they 

 all go, kicking and snorting, amid the renewed 



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