[96]Money.
[96]Money.
[97]Man.
[97]Man.
[98]Stripped.
[98]Stripped.
[99]Fellow.
[99]Fellow.
[100]A particular kind of pugilistic punishment.
[100]A particular kind of pugilistic punishment.
[101]Kept each an eye upon the other.
[101]Kept each an eye upon the other.
[102]Hands.
[102]Hands.
[103]Deceive them.
[103]Deceive them.
[104]Accomplice.
[104]Accomplice.
[105]A farthing.
[105]A farthing.
[106]Cards.
[106]Cards.
[107]Qy.élite.—Printer's Devil.
[107]Qy.élite.—Printer's Devil.
[108]Shoot him.
[108]Shoot him.
[109]Since the earlier editions of this Romance were published, we regret to state—for tous, at least, it is matter of regret, though probably not to the travellers along the Edgeware Road—that this gentle ascent has been cut through, and the fair prospect from its brow utterly destroyed.
[109]Since the earlier editions of this Romance were published, we regret to state—for tous, at least, it is matter of regret, though probably not to the travellers along the Edgeware Road—that this gentle ascent has been cut through, and the fair prospect from its brow utterly destroyed.
[110]This, we regret to say, is not the case. The memory of bold Will Davies, the "Golden Farmer"—so named from the circumstances of his always paying his rent in gold,—is fast declining upon his peculiar domain, Bagshot. The inn, which once bore his name, still remains to point out to the traveller the dangers his forefathers had to encounter in crossing this extensive heath. Just beyond this house the common spreads out for miles on all aides in a most gallop-inviting style; and the passenger, as he gazes from the box of some flying coach, as we have done, upon the gorse-covered waste, may, without much stretch of fancy, imagine he beholds Will Davies careering like the wind over its wild and undulating expanse. We are sorry to add that the "GoldenFarmer" has altered its designation to the "JollyFarmer." This should be amended; and when next we pass that way, we hope to see the original sign restored. We cannot afford to lose ourgoldenfarmers.
[110]This, we regret to say, is not the case. The memory of bold Will Davies, the "Golden Farmer"—so named from the circumstances of his always paying his rent in gold,—is fast declining upon his peculiar domain, Bagshot. The inn, which once bore his name, still remains to point out to the traveller the dangers his forefathers had to encounter in crossing this extensive heath. Just beyond this house the common spreads out for miles on all aides in a most gallop-inviting style; and the passenger, as he gazes from the box of some flying coach, as we have done, upon the gorse-covered waste, may, without much stretch of fancy, imagine he beholds Will Davies careering like the wind over its wild and undulating expanse. We are sorry to add that the "GoldenFarmer" has altered its designation to the "JollyFarmer." This should be amended; and when next we pass that way, we hope to see the original sign restored. We cannot afford to lose ourgoldenfarmers.