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condition, and weighed twenty-eight and a half pounds. 

 The Captain sent it as a present to the market-table 

 at the White Hart ; it was baked on a board, no tin 

 or dish being long enough. I took out the teeth, and 

 for many years used them as cribbage-pegs. Captain 

 Paulet's estate was in the end purchased by the Right 

 Hon. J. Gellibrand Hubbard, afterwards raised to the 

 peerage as Baron Addington. 



Another odd occupant of the debtors' prison, some time 

 afterwards, was an eccentric country parson, the rector 

 of Simpson, in the county of Bucks. He was of good 

 family, and rejoiced in the name of "Tally-ho ! Hanmer," 

 a reckless fox-hunting parson, of not much credit to his 

 cloth. I never saw this amiable cleric in any other 

 costume than mahogany-coloured top-boots and a 

 square-cut black riding-coat, with black breeches, 

 crowned by a peculiar low black hat, with a broad and 

 flat brim. When " Tally-ho ! Hanmer " was in very 

 low water, he would borrow a sovereign or a five-pound 

 note, with garnished tale of great distress, from many 

 an old college friend. On one occasion a generous 

 individual, touched by a sad story of his, forked out a 

 five-pound note to enable the lively rector to go home 

 to his Buckinghamshire parish to perform his Sunday 

 duties. The donor told a mutual friend of mine and 

 his of his action, and was astonished to hear that he 

 had been fleeced. They were both going to dine at 

 Long's Hotel in Bond Street, and on entering the 

 passage — there, not to be mistaken, hung Parson Han- 

 mer's hat ! They entered the coffee-room, the impe- 

 cunious rector was there, supplied with a most rechercJie 



