My First Poxy. 27 



put to bed, with next morning a very fine 

 development of gravel-rash, and a very hand- 

 some swollen face. My teeth were so loose I 

 had to live on milk and sop for a week or so. 



The next morning I was, as may very 

 naturally be inferred, extremely stiff and sore ; 

 and the first person to visit me was the 

 kind-hearted old cook, who entered my room 

 and said, " Mornin', master John, how be 'e 

 s'mornin', nice mornin' s'mornin', have a drop 

 of coffee." This was said all in one breath ; 

 but I was only too glad to have any one to 

 comfort and condole with me in my misfor- 

 tunes. Thus, then, ended my acquaintance with 

 this wonderfully quiet, good-tempered animal. 

 I had had enough of donkey to last me all 

 my life, such an impression (I might rather 

 say so many impressions) did it make on me. 

 After I had got over this little attack I was 

 glad enough to go back to, and confine my 

 attentions to, " old Rapid," and we got on very 

 comfortably together for some time. 



One day on going out for a walk with my 

 father, he lifted me up to look over a fence 

 at a black pony in a field at the back of the 

 house belonging to a Dr. Beale ; and from 



