AN EiXGLISH FARMER. 



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Grand National, and indeed to obtain a place in that 

 remarkable contest. 



So with a cordial invitation from Tom to look in any 

 time you're his way, a compliment to INIrs. Maizeley on 

 her tea, and to the girls on their butter, a nod to young 

 Brookley, who has called in passing', as you suspect for 

 the sake of a word with Bessie, you take your leave. 



Tom's hand is not a model for a sculptor, and, 

 naturally, it is often in sad need of soap and water; 

 but it is a pleasant hand to shake for all that, and its 

 hearty grasp somehow or other seems to do you good 

 as you trot away into the high-road towards home. 



