pig-driver start: she explained to him in French our distress, and the
cause of it, Clarence was, as I suppose you have discovered long ago,
'that cleverest young man in England who had written on the propriety and
necessity of female duelling.' He answered Harriot in French--'To attempt
your rescue by force would be vain; but I will do better, I will make a
diversion in your favour.' Immediately our hero, addressing himself to the
sturdy fellow who held me in custody, exclaimed, 'Huzza, my boys! Old
England for ever! Yonder comes a Frenchman with a flock of turkeys. My
pigs will beat them, for a hundred guineas. Old England for ever, huzza!'

"As he spoke, the French officer, with whom Clarence Hervey had laid the
wager, appeared at the turn of the lane--his turkeys half flying--half
hobbling up the road before him. The Frenchman waved a red streamer over
the heads of his flock--Clarence shook a pole, from the top of which hung
a bladder full of beans. The pigs grunted, the turkeys gobbled, arid the
mob shouted: eager for the fame of Old England, the crowd followed
Clarence with loud acclamations. The French officer was followed with
groans and hisses. So great was the confusion, and so great the zeal of
the patriots, that even the pleasure of ducking the female duellists was
forgotten in the general enthusiasm. All eyes and all hearts were intent
upon the race; and now the turkeys got foremost, and now the pigs. But
when we came within sight of the horsepond, I heard one man cry, 'Don't
forget the ducking.' How I trembled! but our knight shouted to his
followers--'For the love of Old England, my brave boys, keep between my
pigs and the pond:--if our pigs see the water, they'll run to it, and
England's undone.'

"The whole fury of the mob was by this speech conducted away from us. 'On,
on, my boys, into town, to the market-place: whoever gains the
market-place first wins the day.' Our general shook the rattling bladder