A bust of uncumtrollable emotium
seized her. She put her ankercher to her face and left the room. I heard
her laffing and sobbing histerickly in the bedwor.
"O Hangelina--My adord one, My Arts joy!" . . .
"BAREACRES, me, the ladies of the famly, with their sweet Southdown, B's
eldest son, and George Silvertop, the shabby Capting (who seems to
git leaf from his ridgmint whenhever he likes,) have beene down into
Diddlesex for a few days, enjying the spawts of the feald there.
"Never having done much in the gunning line (since when a hinnasent
boy, me and Jim Cox used to go out at Healing, and shoot sparrers in the
Edges with a pistle)--I was reyther dowtfle as to my suxes as a shot,
and practusd for some days at a stoughd bird in a shooting gallery,
which a chap histed up and down with a string. I sugseaded in itting the
hannimle pretty well. I bought Awker's 'Shooting-Guide,' two double-guns
at Mantings, and salected from the French prints of fashn the most
gawjus and ellygant sportting ebillyment. A lite blue velvet and goold
cap, woar very much on one hear, a cravatt of yaller & green imbroidered
satting, a weskit of the McGrigger plaid, & a jacket of the McWhirter
tartn, (with large, motherapurl butns, engraved with coaches & osses,
and sporting subjix,) high leather gayters, and marocky shooting shoes,
was the simple hellymence of my costewm, and I flatter myself set hoff
my figger in rayther a fayverable way.
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