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PlSC. We call it Hanson Toot. 



VlAT. Why, farewell, Hanson Toot ! I '11 no more on 

 thee ; I '11 go twenty miles about first. Puh ! I sweat that 

 my shirt sticks to my back. 



PlSC. Come, Sir, now we are up the hill ; and now how 

 do you ? 



VlAT. Why, very well, I humbly thank you, Sir, and 

 warm enough, I assure you. What have we here, a church ? 

 As I J m an honest man, a very pretty church ! Have you 

 churches in this country, Sir ? 



PlSC. You see we have ; but had you seen none, why 

 should you make that doubt, Sir ? 



VlAT. Why, if you will not be angry, I '11 tell you. I 

 thought myself a stage or two beyond Christendom. 



PlSC. Come, come, we '11 reconcile you to our country 

 before we part with you, if showing you good sport with 

 angling will do it. 



VlAT. My respect to you, and that together, may do 

 much, Sir ; otherwise, to be plain with you, I do not find 

 myself much inclined that way. 



PlSC. Well, Sir, your raillery upon our mountains has 

 brought us almost home ; and look you where the same 

 river of Dove has again met us to bid you welcome, and to 

 invite you to a dish of trouts to-morrow. 



VlAT. Is this the same we saw at the foot of Penmen- 

 Maure ? It is a much finer river here. 



PlSC. It will appear yet much finer to-morrow. But look 

 you, Sir, here appears the house, that is now like to be youi 

 inn, for want of a better. 



VlAT. It appears on a sudden, but not before 't was looked 



