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This was a thunder ftroke to a man little 

 read in fcripture, and a ftranger to heroics^ 

 particularly when accompanied w^ith tragic 

 EMPHASIS and elocution. John, not 

 knowing, and not being able to divine the 

 meaning of this majeftic injunction, fcratched 

 his head, and trembhngly re-echoed, '* Si, 

 Si,R !^* — '* When my Jieed has put a period 

 to his provender y produce him.'* — ** Upon 

 my foul, Sir, I don't know what you mean!** 

 — " Why, you fcoundrel ! when my horfe 

 has eat his corn, bring him out of the fta- 

 ble." Whether he had really been put in 

 poffeflion of ci7ty corn at all^ was matter of 



no PERSONAL CONCERN tO pOOr WiGNELL, 



provided he had the immaculate affu ranee of 

 the OHler^ that it was all confumed ; an3 

 this, it is much to be regretted, is the inva- 

 riable cuftom of numbers, who, deftitute of 

 the finer feelings, and perfedl ftrangers to the 

 enlivening rays of humanity, are open to 

 no other fenfation, than the predominant 

 gratification of felf-prefervation. 



Returning, however, to the management 

 of Road Horses, whether on a journey of 



con- 



