NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 95 



so fast before sun-rise, what will you do when 

 it's break of day ? 



Theoph. O, Arnoldus, I'm almost worried to 

 death with lice, my skin is all motled and dapled 

 like an April trout. Can you blame me to re- 

 linquish this lowsy lodging, when my batter'd 

 sides are pinck'd full of ilet-holes ? One brigade 

 pursues another, and flight I find the best expe- 

 dient ; for my enemies, I perceive, are so despe- 

 rately resolv'd, that they'll rather die than quit 

 the field. Dangers foreseen are the sooner pre- 

 vented, and I design to sleep in a whole skin as 

 long as I can. Zanker, farewel, I am glad to see 

 thee behind me, and no need of a chirurgion. 



Arn. Did you think of Boghall, when the ver- 

 min last night were so busy about you ? the 

 story of my duck was pleasant to you, and so 

 is this to me. Those characters and impressions 

 seal'd on your sides (by these Scotish interlo- 

 pers) will oblige you to remember Zanker these 

 seven days. You have not been used to such 

 coarse entertainment, nor treated as I have been, 

 with such Scots commons. Is this the fruits of 

 private practice to compleat your self a gradu- 

 ate, tho you steal your preferment from a nitty 

 corporation ? at the best you can be but batch e- 

 lor of Backbiter's-hall. But now jesting is done, 

 and you're half undone I perceive ; what will 



