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really is, lie turns his liorse^s head from nothing 

 practicable/^ 



" Who is that/^ said my friend, "who has just 

 moved his hat to the clergyman, who has kissed 

 his hand to him in return ? ^^ 



"That/^ said I, "is young , the jour- 

 neyman parson; in other words, the curate I 

 alluded to : he and his chief are, as you see, 

 on such terms as reflect great honour on both; 

 each most deservedly esteems the other. Young 

 Roberts, as he is called, though sotto voce, ' Bob ' 

 by his intimates, with a 120/. as his curacy, 

 and 200/. a year of his own, a very pretty and 

 amiable wife, and fortunately no family, is as 

 happy a fellow as any in the kingdom. He keeps 

 two horses, each of which goes in his gig, hunts 

 like his master twice a week, is visited by the 

 best society, and his wife and he are always 

 invited and welcome guests at the first houses in 

 the neighbourhood. His gig is his chariot ; his 

 lady sports an oiled skin cloak and hood, the 

 dressing-room of the hostess is at her command, 

 and in ten minutes after their arrival they walk 

 into the reception rooms as aristocratically dressed 

 as any there. But to return to the field. 

 Bob never gives above five and twenty as a 

 maximum for his horses ; he gets them of the best 

 possible sort and breed : he is light, a beautiful, 

 scientific, and bold rider, with fine hands ; and if 



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