48 ANNALS OF HORSEMANSHIP. 



The ftory certainly feem'd furprizing at firft ; 

 and being, I confefs, a little fuperflitious, 

 I fufpedied my Divine was none of the over- 

 righteous, and that either a fpirit, or his con- 

 fcience, frighted him. But the matter was 

 foon clear'd up, by the receipt of the fol- 

 lowing letter, which came to my hands about 

 five days after the other. 



Mr. Sir, 



I forgot your name, and fo got a friend 

 to diredl this to you. I am told you are a 

 ufeful man, that you publifh all you receive, 

 and believe all you publifh. Now, if you 

 can fwallow this, you will any thing ; though 



ril be d d if it is not true. Laft Thurf- 



day our hounds ftarted a hare fo fuddenly, 

 whilft we were chatting and lolling carelefsly, 

 that, by G — , my horfe, who pulls like the 

 devil, was off with me in a jiffey. As ill 

 luck would have it, the curb broke, and he 

 ran ftraight on for the cliffs above the Scar. 

 I was in a hell of a flew, but fluck fail, 



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