CAPTAIN SHABBYHOUNDE 



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shillings a-week, and he could not hope to supply Job's place 

 under this latter amount. 



Job, it may be thought, was not exactly the man for the 

 heir to a peerage, but when a master has been racked by the 

 forward, loquacious, tormenting impertinence of an officious, 

 presuming puppy, he is very apt to fall into the other extreme 

 in the choice of a successor, and Job, it must be admitted, was 

 the very antipodes to Strutt. Job was too old and too strongly 

 stamped by nature to change or be spoiled, though good 

 clothing and diet soon made a very different looking man of 

 him. Indeed so pleased was Mr. Milksop with Job, that he 

 looked upon Captain Shabbyhounde in the light of a bene- 

 factor, and the piece of antiquity fortunately keeping on his 

 legs, Mr. Milksop was not at all sorry to see our hero cast up 

 at Leamington, where the recital of his kindness so touched 

 old Lord and Lady Creamjug, that Shabbyhounde absolutely 

 had the honour of dining with them ! 



But we must dismiss this illegitimate member of the hunting 

 field, who has occupied more of our space than any of the real 

 worthies who have preceded him. 



Captain Shabbyhounde, adieu ! 



