194 OCCASIONAL HAPPY THOUGHTS. 



His Happy Thofiglit.— Go to the " Blue Man," 'ave a pint 

 myself, give 'arf a pint to Jim the 'ostler, and let V;;z go out 

 a hexercising. 



Murgle's Second Happy Thought ion returni?ig). — Done 

 it. 



We are ready. So is the trap. The clever cob is in it — 

 ;I mean in his right place, of course. Cazell will be in it 

 soon, and I fancy, from his manner, wishes himself well out 

 of it. If I don't fancy it from his manner, I judge from my 

 own feelings on the subject. Still, with a reputation to keep 

 up before my man, Murgle, my Aunt, and a friend who has 

 heard me talk a good deal on the subject, I am bound to try 

 this horse in his trap — or some trap. 



It is a light waggonnette: seats for two in front, and a 

 well behind, which you can get into, or out of (a great point 

 this latter), while the vehicle is in motion. My Aunt wants 

 to join our party. I refuse her. I feel that this is noble, 

 manly, and self-sacrificing. In short, I have a presentiment 

 that something is going to happen. Cazell mounts to his 

 seat, I to mine. With one nervous hand I take the reins ; 

 in my other the whip. I keep my eye on the cob, as if I 

 were fishing, and the whip were my fly-rod. 



{Happy Thought, for Note at a7iother time, not now. — 

 Spare the rod and spoil the stream. Think it out, and put 

 it epigrammatically). 



"You'd better," I say to Murgle, with the air of an old 

 horse-breaking hand starting in a break from some swell 



