bird flapping his wings upon the cross-piece, 

 but I took it to be a raven. 



Landlord, It will be nothing better than 

 a corby crow. Hostler, tell the lad there is 

 another crow down at the starting post. 

 One of our lads made a few springes out of 

 an old cow-tail, and set them, with a dead 

 rabbit, on the top of the starting post, and 

 he has catched five crows to-day already. 



Oliver. Shall I bespeak the hostler for 

 you, Burrell, that you may complete your 

 sketch from the living model? Do start 

 after dinner, and " whip up" those parti- 

 culars in your own style ! Do introduce 

 your " fine, strapping, hawk-nosed, black- 

 whiskered fellow" hanging, in a butcher's 

 scale, previous to starting for a leather plate. 



Burrell. Bespeak the dinner if you please 

 but no more of the hostler, " an thou 

 lovest me." In future, I shall close my 

 sketch book against all " striking" objects. 



Oliver. Is dinner preparing, Mr. Burn ? 



Landlord. It is, Sir, and will be ready, to 



