Hunting in the Isle of Thanet, 175 



a pleasant ride of six or seven-and-thirty miles ; and 

 whether it was the result of the fresh air and exercise, 

 or from my having adopted the salutary custom of 

 providing myself with a night- cap of a particular 

 class of manufacture, for which the islanders of Thanet 

 are so justly celebrated, I know not ; but it is a fact 

 that I fell asleep in an instant, dreaming that I was 

 riding to the East Kent Hounds in the very first flight, 

 taking my fences in good form, and feeling that I 

 should be well in at the death, when my vision was 

 rudely dispelled by a loud knock at my door, and an 

 intimation that the clock had struck the hour of eight. 



