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The Harkaway Hunt Ball, 



and beautifully scented with rum, replied, ^' Imsureidon- 

 knowwhereweare (hiccup)." Here was a pretty go ! — eight 

 miles from home ; the coachman drunk as an owl ; the 

 footman (a new one) not knowing a yard of the way ; and 

 snowing like fun ! There was only one thing to be done, 

 and that was for poor old Stuffy to turn coachman 

 himself, which he did, solacing himself by abusing the 

 coachman all the way home, and discharging him in the 

 morning. Small consolations for being laid up for a fort- 

 night after, with a violent cold and an attack of gout, 

 brought on by exposure to the elem.ents. 



If the weather, however, was not all that could be 

 desired, the Harkway Hunt Ball was, as it always is, an 

 unqualified success — as all such cheery reunions should be. 

 So, long may it flourish, say we. 



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