a dog hanged, nor a kitten drowned, in the parish, but he must be after it.
Boy. (pointing.) Look there: what is the matter with the lady?
Housm. O, mercy on us! my dear good lady? Are you sick Ma'am? or swooning? or beside yourself? Run, Coachy, stupid oaf! and fetch us something.
Coach. I would run to the farthest nook of the earth if I only knew what to bring. Will burnt feathers, or a little aqua-vitæ do you any good?
Mrs. B. (starting up.) Do you hear any noise? Are they coming yet? I'll go out myself. (endeavours to go out, but cannot. Housemaid and Coachman support her.)
Enter David hastily from the lawn.
Dav. He is saved, Madam!
Mrs. B. O, what say you, David!
Dav. He has saved 'Squire Freeman. He threw himself into the deep water, and plashed about his arms lustily, till he caught him by the hair of his head, and drew him to the bank. One minute more had made a dead man of him.
Mrs. B. Who did that? Who caught him by the hair of the head?
Dav. My master. Madam; and a brave man he is.
Mrs. B. (holding up her hands in extacy.) Thy master! ay, and my husband! and God Almighty's good creature, who has formed every thing good! O, yes! he has made every being with good
