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CHAP. X. 



" What is a gentleman without his recreations ?" 



Cornish Comedy, 



" JAMIESON desires me to tell you, sir, that there are 

 three fine harts feeding on the swell of Ben Derig, high 

 above the cottage, and he thinks you had better get up, 

 for it is five o'clock." 



u A goodly warning, John ; make ready our breakfast 

 immediately, and let the hill-men swallow theirs as quickly 

 as possible. I will call Mr. Lightfoot myself." 



" What ho ! hillo, hillo, comrade ! Up, up, and be 

 stirring ! " 



" Eh ! what where when ? comest thou to draw 

 Priam's curtains in the dead of night?" 



" Night ! now by him who sits on high Olympus, 



* Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund morn 

 Sits tiptoe on the misty mountain's top.' 



There are twenty harts cropping the heather bells on the 

 Red Mountain, just above the lodge. 



' Falsely luxurious will not man awake ! ' " 



" Oh, as for that, you see, I'm quite alive; yaw 

 yaw ! confoundedly stiff though : I do not think that 

 arquebusade of yours is genuine. But you'll give me 

 time to put on my clothes, won't you? and although you 



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