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of the sack and put stones in, to take his own place. 
But the sweep said, “‘ Jack, how heavy you be!” 
and got the little boy into the sack again. Next 
time, Jack, thinking to escape detection, put in 
bushes instead of stones; but it was no use. 
“Jack, how you pricks!” said the sweep. So 
it came to a third occasion, when Jack put horse- 
droppings into the sack.. Was this also a failure ? 
I do not Know. The story ends with the sweep 
complaining, “ Jack, how you stinks!” 
There is an old story of a London cabman called 
out from a public-house he had entered, bya boy: 
“Hi! mister! Your hoss is fell down oye 
which the cabman replied, indignantly, “ Gahn! 
You pushed him down!” But Bettesworth 
knew this horse-driver by name. He was not a 
London cabman, but a West Surrey coal-hawker, 
and the horse was an ancient grey. 
Many years ago a certain farmer in West 
Surrey had the reputation cf being an atheist ; 
of whom the following incident was told, with 
something of a shudder. It was a wet hay- 
making; the cut grass was spoiling in the meadows, 
and this impious man, taking some of it on a 
prong and holding it skywards, said contemptu- 
ously, ‘ There,God! What d’ye think o’ that?” 
An impecunious young gentleman of Farnham 
who liked to be taken for a keen hand and a sports- 
man was generally alleged to have gone shooting 
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