JORROCKS ON ^UNTING 



get near to him, 'ow the chorus fills ! 'Ark ! 

 he is found. Now, vere are all your sorrows 

 and your cares, ye gloomy souls ! or where 

 your pains and aches, ye complainin' ones ! 

 one hoUoo has dispelled them all. Vot a crash 

 they make ! and hecho seeminly takes pleasure 

 to repeat the sound. The 'stonished traveller 

 forsakes his road ; lured by its melody, the 

 listenin' ploughman now stops his plough, 

 and every distant shepherd neglects his flock, 

 and runs to see him break. Vot joy 1 vot 

 heagerness in every face ! ' 



" Now," said Mr. Jorrocks, smacking his 

 lips again, " that's what I call real prime stuff 

 — the concentrated essence of 'untin' — the 

 XXX of sportin', so different from the wire- 

 spun, wishy-washy yarns of modern penny-a- 

 liners, who smother their meanin' (if they 

 have any) in words. If I've read Peter once, 

 I've read, him a hundred times, and yet I finds 

 somethin' fresh to admire every time. Wernor 

 and Hood, Birchin Lane, published this edition 

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