LIFE OF MYTTON. 75 



" Mr. Owen ! — Mr, Owen ! " shouted an Oswestry 

 tradesman, who was following him, — " a leaf of your 

 sermon has flown over the hedge ; I'll get it for you if 

 you will stop." " Don't trouble yourself, sir," replied 

 his reverence ; " /'// connect it!' 



Then his account, related to myself, of his lending 

 an hundred pounds to a relation, and which he had 

 given up for lost, until the said relation came to spend 

 three days with him, and boasted of the flourishing 

 state of his finances, is worthy of being recorded. 



" Of course he paid you .■* " said I. 



"Not a bit of it," replied the Chaplain; "but I'll 

 tell you how he served me. He got rather more 

 drunk than usual the last night, and, taking my hand 

 into his, thus expressed himself, — ' God bless you. 

 Will ; you are the only man in the world that ever lent 

 me a hundred pounds,' " 



His cousin, the "hunting, racing, cock-fighting 

 parson," once addressed him thus : — 



"Will, I think I shall give you that living of mine; 

 it is cf no use to me." 



Will thanked him for his liberality, but hearing 

 nothing further about the matter for a long period of 

 time, he ventured to refresh his memory, when the 

 following answer was returned : — 



