of his honour to rest in peace?" But this zealous pastor did not
find himself so warmly seconded, as formerly, by the young ladies,
who now joined my uncle against him, and accused him of having
acted the part of a busybody with their grandpapa whose ears he
had certainly abused by false stories to their prejudice, or else
he would not have neglected them in such an unnatural manner.
The young squire was much diverted with this scene, and whispered
to my uncle, that if he had not murdered his dogs, he would have
shown him glorious fun, by hunting a black badger (so he termed
the clergyman). The surly lieutenant, who was not in a humour to
relish this amusement, replied, "You and your dogs may be damn'd.
I suppose you'll find them with your old dad, in the latitude of
hell. Come, Rory,--about ship, my lad, we must steer another course,
I think." And away we went.




CHAPTER V




The Schoolmaster uses me barbarously--I form a Project of Revenge,
in which I am assisted by my Uncle--I leave the Village--am settled
at a University by his Generosity


On our way back to the village, my uncle spoke not a word during
the space of a whole hour, but whistled with great vehemence the