Keep your seat, and keep command,
And hold your bridle well in hand:
Fast and firm the steed will go.
And slips and slides you'll never know.
CHAPTER VIII.
How to ride without a Bridle.
Doctor, what am I to do?" said Mr. Broadcloth, the wealthy tailor of Bond-street. "Here am I, just fifty years of age, now in the prime of life, and cannot enjoy a moment's content. I have forty-nine hands at work for me, in my shop every day, beside piece-work out-doors. I have six runners of errands; four porters, to carry out my goods, and to bring me home work. Beside all this, I have such incessant customers to be measured, and coats to make, that from morning to night I hear nothing but snip go, snip go, snip go! and although I work like a journeyman, I half wish I was one of my own porters, and could go from house to house for fresh air and exercise."
"Oh, my dear sir!" said the Doctor, "you must ride on horseback,—you must indeed! you must be a journeyman yourself,—carry out your clothes to Clapham, and find yourself all the better in health and spirits."
"Doctor, I have heard that all who can do as you bid them, are sure to recover."
"The first of all blessings is health,—for without it
Men may think there's enjoyment in life,—but I doubt it."
"Then recover yourself, and you will own my advice to be good."
"What shall I do for a horse?"