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What is it now?
Whose house is that I see?
No, not the County Member's with the vane:
That? Sir Edward Head's:
John. Oh, his. He was not broken.
No, sir, he,
Vex'd with a morbid devil in his blood
That veild the world with jaundice, hid his face
And sick of home went overseas for change.
John. And whither?
James. Nay, who knows? he's here and there.
But let him go; his devil goes with him,
John. What's that?
James. You saw the man-on Monday, was it?There by the humpback'd willow; half stands up And bristles; half has fall'n and made a bridge; And there he caught the younker tickling troutCaught in flagrante—what's the Latin word ?Delicto : but his house, for so they say, Was haunted with a jolly ghost, that shook The curtains, whined in lobbies, tapt at doors, And rummaged like a rat: no servant stay'd: The farmer vext packs up his beds and chairs, And all his household stuff; and with his boy Betwixt his knees, his wife upon the tilt, Sets out, and meets a friend who hails him, “What! You're flitting !” “Yes, we're flitting,” says the
(For they had pack'd the thing among the beds,) “On well,” says he, “you flitting with us tooJack, turn the horses' heads and home again.”
John. He left his wife behind; for so I heard. James. He lest her, yes. I met my lady once :
A woman like a butt, and harsh as crabs.
John. Oh yet but I remember, ten years back
'Tis now at least ten years—and then she was
James. Ay, ay, the blossom fades, and they
At first like dove and dove were cat and dog.
She was the daughter of a cottager,
Out of her sphere. What betwixt shame and price, New things and old, himself and her, she sour'd
To what she is: a nature never kind!
Like men, like manners: like breeds like, they say
Kind nature is the best : those manners next
That fit us like a nature second-hand;
Which are indeed the manners of the great.
John. But I had heard it was this bill that past,
And fear of change at home, that drove him hence.
James. That was the last drop in the cup of gall. I once was near him, when his bailiff brought A Chartist pike. You should have seen him wince As from a venomous thing: he thought himself A mark for all, and shudder'd, lest a cry Should break his sleep by night, and his nice eyes Should see the raw mechanic's bloody thumbs Sweat on his blazon'd chairs; but, sir, you know
That these two parties still divide the world
Of those that want, and those that have: and still
The same old sore breaks out from
I was at school-a college in the South: There lived a flayflint near; we stole his fruit, His hens, his eggs; but there was law for us;
We paid in person. He had a sow, sir. She With meditative grunts of much content,
Lay great with pig, wallowing in sun and mud. By night we dragg’d her to the college tower From her warm bed, and up the corkscrew stau
With hand and rope we haled the groaning sow, And on the leads we kept her till she pigg'd.
Large range of prospect had the mother sow,
And but for daily loss of one she loved,
As one by one we took them- but for this
As never sow was higher in this world