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It was past five when the fishermen arrived to take 

 up their bright, weighted night-lines, which I watched 

 them strip of a varied scaly spoil. I then made a survey 

 of my fields, and v/as in consultation with the bailiff at six. 



Next having betaken myself to my study, I fell (it is 

 to be feared) asleep — for my first succeeding recollection 

 is of " Letters, sir, please ; " and I open one amidst the 

 lot from our young French student, who is now at 

 school. The following graphic description I find therein 

 of recent enjoyment. His words I give verbatim : — 



" Yesterday, B. and I bought twopenny-worth of 

 cream and two fourpenny crabs. Well, we met C. in 

 the yard, so we invited him to partake of the feast; 

 so he came with us to the pigstye, and we ate them, 

 constantly dipping it into the cream. We ate them 

 in the shell mixed with cream; it was good, just.'' 



Jolly is it to be a tiller of the soil I but jollier yet is 



it to be a happy boy at school ! 1 have but one 



hope left, as I regi-etfully lay down my pen, which is 

 that the reader may find it in his heart to grant this 

 medley volume the encomium which our young hopeful 

 pronounced upon his mixed dish in the pigstye — 



" GOOD, JUST ! 



THE END. 



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BRADBUKY, EVANS, AtfD CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFBIARS. 



