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good-tempered looking man, his eyes 

 sparkled with unusual joy as he told me 

 that Humpy as he called him was off; 

 that my father, annoyed at his insolent 

 and assuming manner, had summarily 

 dismissed him, and had sent out " a yokel " 

 with the coach, and would insist upon 

 it that the box was reserved for me. I 

 did not doubt the former part of his 

 information, but the latter I did very 

 much. However, nothing would do, in- 

 hospitable as it may seem, but that I 

 must return with him in the morning 

 which I did, equally charmed with my 

 reception and his good intentions towards 

 me, deeply impressed with the beauty of 

 the county, and ready to subscribe to 

 the truth of its celebrity for good ale 

 and pretty women. 



Arrived in London, I prevailed on my 

 father, much easier than I expected, to 

 allow me to take possession of the box; 



