16$ THE NOBLE SCTENCE. 



his place, like a well-bred one ; — Hasty has had another. 

 What, two ! with Nonpareil ? his best horse — ay — but 

 he pumped all the pufF out of him, racing with Charley, 

 and riding at Burnam, in the first ten minutes. He will 

 be up directly on his second horse, Marvellous ; would 

 he were here now, to see this hit ;" and here he is, 

 answering our '' would he were present," like Banquo's 

 ghost, all over blood ; chuckling with delight, that this 

 check has let him in for the rest of the fun. Some 

 others will be indebted to the ploughs for their shave. 

 Oh 1 oh 1 such a pun deserves to be smothered in the 

 next ditch ; but there is no time for a laugh, if we could 

 get one up for it; for there they go again, as if the 

 devil was in 'em. Don't cross me ; I'm for the stile, and 

 my horse rushes so, I can't hold him. — Ha ! ha ! he don't 

 want much holding now, but fire away, there's lots of 

 room at the fence; only you can't quite see what's on 

 the other side, where I mean to be in a moment, please 

 the Picts and old Pantaloon. Yoi 1 over we go ; all on 

 the best horses that ever were crossed ; none of them in 

 the least distressed ; pity that they should some of them 

 differ in their own view of the case. Good heavens ! 

 what a pace ! no fox can stand this ten minutes longer ; 

 die he must, if he stays above ground : — he has lately 

 passed those sheep, see how they remain all huddled 

 in the corner. Into the park, by Jove. Yoi ! over the 

 palings ; ride, Jem, and pull one down, to let some of 

 them through, if you can ; they are topping them by 

 sections, and will be all over without help. Some two 



