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Page COVERLEY HALL . . . . . . . . . . 19
You would take his Valet de Chambre for his Brother, his Butler is grey-headed, his Groom is one of the gravest Men that I have ever seen, and his Coachman has the Looks of a Privy Counsellor.
The COVERLEY Guest . . i . . . . .
As I was Yesterday Morning walking with Sir Roger before his House, a Country-Fellow brought him a huge Fish.
THE COVERLEY Lineage
We were now arrived at the Upper-end of the Gal-
THE COVERLEY SABBATH ....... 51
As Sir Roger is Landlord to the whole Congregation, he keeps them in very good Order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself.
SIR ROGER IN Love . . . . . . . .
Her Confident sat by her, and upon my being in the last Confusion and Silence, this malicious Aid of hers turning to her.
Page The COVERLEY Hunt . . . . . . . . 71
The Huntsman getting forward threw down his Pole before the Dogs. At the same time Sir Roger rode forward, and alighting took up the Hare in his Arms.
The CoVeRLEY WITCH . . . . . . . . 81
I could not forbear smiling to hear Sir Roger, who is a little puzzled about the old Woman, advising her as a Justice of Peace to avoid all Communication with
the Devil. A COVERLEY Love Match . . . . . . . 87
We saw a young Woman sitting as it were in a perfonated Sullenness just over a transparent Fountain. Opposite to her stood Mr. William, Sir Roger's Master of the Game.
SIR ROGER AND THE GIPSIES . . . . . . 127
One of them, who was older and more Sun-burnt than the rest, told him, That he had a Widow in his Line of Life.
COVERLEY HALL AT CHRISTMAS TIME . . . 14
I love to rejoice their poor Hearts at this season, and to see the whole Village merry in my great Hall.
SIR ROGER IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY . . . . 151
My old Friend fat himself down in the Coronation Chair: and asked our Interpreter, what authority they had to say, that Jacob had ever been in Scotland? The Fellow, instead of returning him an Answer, told him, that he hoped his Honour would pay his Forfeit.
SIR ROGER PASSETH AWAY . . . . . . . 175
It was a most moving fight to see him take leave of his poor Servants, commending us all for our Fidelity, whilst we were not able to speak a word for weeping.
Non fumum ex fulgore, sed ex fumo dare lucem
HAVE observed, that a Reader seldom peruses a Book with Pleasure, until he knows whether the
Writer of it be a black or a fair Man, of a mild or cholerick Disposition, Married or a Bachelor, with other Particulars of the like Nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an Author. To gratify this Curiosity, which is so natural to a Reader, I design this Paper and my next as Prefatory Discourses to my following Writings, and shall give some Account in them of the several Persons that are engaged in this Work. As the chief Trouble of Compiling, Digesting, and Correcting will fall to my Share, I must do myself the Justice to open the Work with my own History.
I was born to a small Hereditary Estate, which