6 WARWICK WOODLANDS. 



true old Manilla cheroots, we were consoling the inward 

 man in a way that would have opened the eyes, with ab- 

 horrent admiration, of any advocate of that coldest of 

 comforts — cold water — who should have got a chance peep 

 at our snuggery. 



'Suddenly, after a long pause, during which he had been 

 stimulating his ideas by assiduous fumigation, blowing off 

 his steam in a long vapory cloud that curled, a minute 

 afterward about his temples, — "What say you, Frank, to a 

 start to-morrow?" exclaimed Harry, — "and a week's right 

 good shooting?" 



"Why, as for that," said I, "I wish for nothing better — 

 but where the deuce would you go to get shooting ?" 



"Never fash your beard, man," he replied, "I'll find the 

 ground and the game too, so you'll find share of the shoot- 

 ing !-^Holloa ! there— Tim, Tim Matlock." 



And in brief space that worthy minister of mine host's 

 pleasures made his appearance, smoothing down his short 

 black hair, clipped in the orthodox bowl fashion, over his 

 bluff good-natured visage with one hand, while he em- 

 ployed its fellow in hitching up a pair of most voluminous 

 unmentionables, of thick Yorkshire cord. 



A character was Tim — and now I think of it, worthy of 

 brief description. Bom, I believe — bred, certainly, in a 

 hunting stable, far more of his life passed in the saddle 

 than elsewhere, it was not a little characteristic of my 

 friend Harry to have selected this piece of Yorkshire od- 

 dity as his especial body servant; but if the choice were 

 queer, it was at least successful, for an honester, more 

 faithful, hard-working, and withal, better hearted, and 

 more humorous varlet never drew curry-comb over horse- 

 hide, or clothes-brush over broad-cloth. 



His visage was, as I have said already, bluff and good- 

 natured, with a pair of hazel eyes, of the smallest — but, at 

 the same time, of the very merriest — twinkling from under 

 the thick black eye-brows, which were the only hairs 

 suffered to grace his clean-shaved countenance. An inde- 

 scribable pug nose, and a good clean cut mouth, with a 

 continual dimple at the left corner,- made up his phiz. 

 For the rest, four feet ten inches did Tim stand in his 

 stockings, about two-ten of which were monopolized by his 

 back, the shoulders of which would have done honor to a 

 six foot pugilist, — his legs, though short and bowed a little 



