Once a Week.
E was the most even-tempered man I ever knew: he was always cross.
Mrs. Jenkins, Within an Ace.
HAVE a horse—a ryghte good horse—
Ne doe I envie those
Who scour ye plaine in headie course,
Tyll soddaine on theyre nose
They lyghte wyth unexpected force—
It ys—a horse of clothes.
I have a saddel—"Sayst thou soe?
With styrruppes, knyghte, to boote?"
I sayde not that—I answere "Noe,"—
Yt lacketh such, I woot—
It ys a mutton-saddel, loe!
Parte of ye fleecie brute.
Lewis Carroll, Phantasmagoria.
TORY of Lord Middleton, out hunting, calling to Gunter the confectioner to "Hold hard," and not ride over the hounds. "My horse is so hot, my Lord, that I don't know what to do with him." "Ice him, Gunter, ice him."