24 BIDING A MAYOR. 



land had been chosen Mayor* for his 

 grace's borough of Cambridge. He was 

 a good-tempered, easy, facetious gentle- 

 man, of whom no one ever said an 

 evil word. 



On his return from the Vice-Chancel- 

 lor's Lodge, where he had been, as was 

 customary, with his retinue of Alder- 

 men, Burgesses, and Mace-bearers, to 

 receive the sanction of his high autho- 

 rity, our hero, seeing him distinguished 

 by his scarlet gown and other insignia 

 of office, ran after him, and, jumping 

 on his back, caused him to carry him 

 two or three yards, when he, as quickly 

 getting off, called out to the astonished 

 crowd 



"Who can say I never rode a Mayor?" 



This poor creature was at once the 



scoffed and the scoffer the scorned and 



the scorner; his attainments were the envy 



of the scholar his gross misconduct the 



The late William Mortlock, Esq. 



