blood, adad! you had driven before the gale, and never been brought up
in this world again, d'ye see." "What, then you would persuade me,"
replied the patient, "that the only way to save my life was to shed my
precious blood? Look ye, friend, it shall not be lost blood to me.--I
take you all to witness, that there surgeon, or apothecary, or farrier,
or dog-doctor, or whatsoever he may be, has robbed me of the balsam of
life.--He has not left so much blood in my body as would fatten a starved
flea.--O! that there was a lawyer here to serve him with a siserari."

Then fixing his eyes upon Ferret, he proceeded: "An't you a limb of the
law, friend?--No, I cry you mercy, you look more like a showman or a
conjurer."--Ferret, nettled at this address, answered, "It would be well
for you, that I could conjure a little common sense into that numskull of
yours." "If I want that commodity," rejoined the squire, "I must go to
another market, I trow.--You legerdemain men be more like to conjure the
money from our pockets than sense into our skulls. Vor my own part, I
was once cheated of vorty good shillings by one of your broother cups and
balls." In all probability he would have descended to particulars, had
he not been seized with a return of his nausea, which obliged him to call
for a bumper of brandy. This remedy being swallowed, the tumult in his
stomach subsided. He desired he might be put to bed without delay, and
that half a dozen eggs and a pound of bacon might, in a couple of hours,
be dressed for his supper.

He was accordingly led off the scene by the landlady and her daughter;
and Mr. Ferret had just time to observe the fellow was a composition, in
which he did not know whether knave or fool most predominated, when the
master returned from the stable. He had taken off his helmet, and now
displayed a very engaging countenance. His age did not seem to exceed
thirty. He was tall, and seemingly robust; his face long and oval, his