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not let him out of his sight for an instant. His tongue 

 was in fact a perpetual poultice and antidote to inflam- 

 mation. The Doctor tried hard one day to get him 

 to dress the wounds of the Dandies, but he would not 

 even look' at them. Some years ago he and Billy 

 fought till they were exhausted, and ever since they 

 seem to have been quite content to look upon it as a 

 drawn match, and never quarrel about victuals or any- 

 thing else. 



" Well, den ! Hard Koppig Peter ben gone at last," 

 said the Dutchman of New Amsterdam, as they puffed 

 the pensive pipe, and gazed into his grave. Now that 

 his beloved Newmarket will know him no more, turf- 

 ites have a still warmer remembrance of their " Peter 

 the Headstrong," or " Old Glasgow !" The Dutch 

 and Scottish heroes were of the same kidney. One 

 prorogued a meeting of the burghers sine die by kick- 

 ing it bodily downstairs with his silver-mounted 

 wooden leg ; and then posted himself in full regimen- 

 tals and cocked hat, with a blunderbuss at a garret 

 window of Government-house, rather than sign the 

 surrender of his town. The other looked upon the 

 Press much from the same point of view as Peter did 

 on the troublesome tribes of Preserved Fish and 

 Determined Cock, and did nothing on the turf like 

 anybody else. 



He went to sea at a tender age, and he never lost 

 the salt flavour. To the last he was a true descendant 

 of the old Norsemen in his manners and in his blood. 

 Grafton, Rutland, Exeter, and Jersey were courtly 

 models to which he did not care to conform. Under 

 the auspices of his one-armed tutor, "Sir Wolly," who, 

 for lack of more worlds to conquer, on his proud St. 

 Leger Eve thrust his walking-stick through the pier 

 glasses of the Rein Deer, the young lieutenant soon 

 became seasoned to life ashore. They would sit at 

 the window of the Black Swan at York with magnums 

 of claret before them after midnight, and hand it out 



