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MR. SPONGE'S SPORTING TOUR. 



last all four went at once, like the limbs of a Peter Waggey, 

 when, throwing himself forward with a violent effort, he awoke ; 

 and finding his horse was not a-top of him, as he thought, he gave 

 vent to his feelings in the following ejaculations : — 



" Oh, Jack, I'm onhappy ! " exclaimed he. " I'm distressed ! " 



HIS LORDSHIP AND JACK. 



continued he. "I'm icretched /" added he, slapping his knees. 

 "I'm perfectly miserable ! " he concluded, with a strong emphasis 

 on the " miserable." 



" What's the matter ? " asked Jack, who was half asleep himself. 



" Oh, that Mister Something ! — he'll be the death of mc ! " 

 observed his lordship. 



"I thought so," replied Jack ; "what's the chap been after now ?" 



" I dreamt he'd killed old Lablache — best hound I have," replied 

 his lordship. 



