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a livelier pen than mine. His hat I have 

 seen, and, by the side of it, the JollifFe, or any 

 other, wonld hide their diminished heads. 

 The waistcoat I have not seen ; but I have 

 been given to understand, that a person would 

 be almost as much at a loss to say of what 

 materials it was composed, as Mr. Warde was 

 to inform a certain great personage, who 

 asked him what hair his hat was made of u 

 and perhaps would not be quite so happy in 

 his conjecture. 



"Although, as I have before mentioned, 

 Captain Bridges resides at the Hermitage, he 

 does not live the life of a hermit — being what 

 the world calls L a jolly good fellow ;' and I 

 have reason to believe that, in these shady 

 groves, the nightingale oftener hears the Cap- 

 tain than the Captain hears the nightingale, 

 for in his convivial hours he occasionally imi- 

 tates the mail-coach horn so well as to be 

 heard at a considerable distance. 



" When speaking of captains, the following 

 is too good to be lost : — The first day I was 

 out with the Hambledon hounds, we met at 

 Preshaw House, the seat of Mr. Long ; and 

 getting hold of a dodging fox, he soon brought 

 us back to the covert where we found him, 

 and where a son of Mr. Long's, a fine boy 



