A GOOD PLANT. Ill 



have a glass of sherry with me," said he to the coper, 

 in a conciliatory tone. 



Healths were pledged, and there was a temporary 

 lull in the somewhat angry controversy ; but another 

 bottle being subscribed for by the company, and glass 

 after glass finding its way to the eight twopennyworths 

 of villanous whiskey on the butcher's stomach, it soon 

 became a case of wrangling drunk a character which 

 none can act so well as the half-butcher, half-horse- 

 dealing, trotting genus homo, so often to be met with 

 in our horse-proud country. 



The coper bided his time ; he knew very well the 

 butcher would again bring up the trotting controversy ; 

 he had also noticed the traveller's wink, and knowing 

 his weakness, he was tolerably sure of a match. He 

 walked out of the bar, ostensibly for the purpose of or- 

 dering his horse. 



"Who i& that man?" said the confederate to the 

 traveller and Sam. 



"I don't know/ 'said Sam, "he is all bounce, and 

 holds no sugar." 



"What do you mean by sugar?" said the con- 

 federate. 



" Tin, rhino, money, to be sure/' said Sam. 



" Oh, there you are mistaken, for I noticed, when he 

 paid for his brandy, that he had a bag of sovereigns," 

 said the confederate. 



" Had he ? 7> said Sam, brightening up, and turning 

 to the traveller, " let's try him whether he will back 



