Oh how it ernd my hart when I beheld, / In London ſtreetes, that Coronation day, / VVhen Bullingbroke rode on Roane Barbarie. / That horſe, that thou ſo often haſt beſtride. / That horſe, that I ſo carefully haue dreſt.

mr hemstock: Tha'rt cading him a bit, Nurse. nurse: It is what will do him good—to be spoiled a while.

What can a man know of a country or its people, who, merely passes through the former in a stage coach? […] Such were the arguments by which I induced myself to undertake a pedestrian trip to join my friend at his shooting-box, some hundred and fifty miles from Carlisle, where I had arrived from London; business compelling me to take that route.

Now the managing and carrying on of this work by the Spirits instrumental coefficiency requires , that they be kept together without distradion or dissipation