devil could not stop her till she got home—ten miles in about 58 minutes. I'm in a sweat yet. But I have found out her motive, and now the Public may make use of it—I had bought a couple of lobsters to carry home, had their claws tied up, and put one in each of my great coat pockets—Well, the old gentleman in my right pocket (a cunning one, I warrant him) somehow or another contrived to disengage his hands, and no doubt soon applied them to the old Mare's side, and, I imagine, had got fast hold of a rib by the time I reach'd the 1st mile-stone; for she was mad I thought, and my hat and wig were gone in a twinkle—(a wig made by the man who advertises they never fly off the ears—a rascal—wigs may now be universally complained of). However, when I got off, and had taken a little breath, I went into the kitchen to unload, but mist one of my lobsters; so I run back into the stable, and there was the hero hanging at the old Mare's side: she'd had enough of it, and so stood quiet. I eat the soldier to-day, and had like
