In the meanwhile, the old man, seeing his guide in this uncontroulable humour, ceased to remonstrate with him, and sitting down in the most obscure corner of the room, called for a small measure of sack, over which he seemed, as it were, to slumber, withdrawing himself as much as possible from general observation, and doing nothing which could recal his existence to the recollection of his fellow-traveller, who by this time had got into close intimacy with his ancient comrade, Goldthred of Abingdon.

« Never believe me, bully Mike, said the mercer, « if I am not as glad to see thee as ever I was to see a customer's money! Why, thou canst give a friend a sly place at a mask or a revel now, Mike; ay, or, I warrant thee, thou canst say in my lord's ear, when my honourable lord is down in these parts, and wants a Spanish ruff or the like thou canst say in his ear, there is mine old friend, young Lawrence Goldthred of Abingdon, has as good wares, lawn, tiffany, cambric, and so forth ay, and is as pretty a piece of man's flesh too as is in Berkshire, and will ruffle it for your lordship with any man of his inches, and thou may'st say »———

I can say a hundred damned lies besides, mercer, «< answered Lambourne; what, one must not stand upon a good word for a friend!»

<«< Here is to thee, Mike, with all my heart, said the mercer, and thou canst tell one the reality of the new fashions too Here was a rogue pedlar but now, was crying up the old-fashioned

Spanish nether stock over the Gascoigne hose, although thou seest how well the French hose set off the leg and knee, being adorned with parti-coloured garters and garniture in conformity.

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Excellent, excellent, » replied Lambourne; why, thy limber bit of a thigh, thrust through that bunch of slashed buckram and tiffany, shews like a housewife's distaff, when the flax is half spun off. »

Said I not so?» said the mercer, whose shallow brain was now overflowed in his turn; «where then, where be this rascal pedlar?—there was a pedlar here but now, methinks Mine host, where the foul fiend is this pedlar?»

« Where wise men should be, Master Goldthred,» replied Giles Gosling; « even shut up in his private chamber', telling over the sales of to-day, and preparing for the custom of to

morrow. »>

Hang him, a mechanical chuff, » said the mercer; «< but for shame, it were a good deed to ease him of his wares, a set of peddling knaves, who stroll through the land, and hurt the established trader. There are good fellows in Berkshire yet, mine host your pedlar may be met withal on Maiden Castle. >>

Ay,» replied mine host, laughing, « and he who meets him may meet his match

pedlar is a tall man. »

« Is he? » said Goldthred.

the

Is he?» replied the host; ay, by cock

and pye is he—the very pedlar he who raddled Robin Hood so tightly, as the song says,

Now Robin Hood drew his sword so good,

The pedlar drew his brand;

And he hath raddled him, Robin Hood,

Till he neither could see nor stand.

Hang him, foul scroyle, let him pass, » said the mercer; «< if he be such a one, there were small worship to be won upon him. And now tell me, Mike my honest Mike, how wears the Hollands you won of me? » Why, well, as you may see, Master Goldthred,» answered Mike; « I will bestow a pot on thee for the handsel. Fill the flagon, Master Tapster.

« Thou wilt win no more Hollands, I think, on such wager, friend Mike, said the mercer; « for the sulky swain, Tony Foster, rails at thee all to nought, and swears you shall ne'er darken his doors again, for that your oaths are enough to blow the roof of a Christian man's dwelling. »

Doth he say so, the mincing hypocritical miser? » vociferated Lambourne; - Why then he shall come down and receive my commands here, this blessed night, under my uncle's roof! And I will ring him such a black sanctus, that he shall think the devil hath him by the skirts for a month to come, for barely hearing me. »

Nay, now the pottle-pot is uppermost, with a witness,» said the mercer. » Tony Foster

obey thy whistle!-Alas! good Mike, go sleep -go sleep.

"I tell thee what, thou thin-faced gull, » said Michael Lambourne, in high chafe, « I will wager thee fifty angels against the first five shelves of thy shop, numbering upward from the false light, with all that is on them, that I make Tony Foster come down to this public house, before we have finished three rounds. »

<< I will lay no bet to that amount,» said the mercer, something sobered by an offer which intimated rather too private a knowledge, on Lambourne's part, of the secret recesses of his shop, «I will lay no such wager, » he said; << but I will stake five angels against thy five, if thou wilt, that Tony Foster will not leave his own roof, or come to ale-house after prayer time, for thee, or any man. »

& Content,

said Lambourne.

one of

your

Here, uncle, hold stakes, and let one of your young bleed-barrels there infant tapsters, trip presently up to The Place, and give this letter to Master Foster, and say that I, his ingle Michael Lambourne, pray to speak with him at mine uncle's castle here, upon business of grave import. - Away with thee, child, for it is now sun down, and the wretch goeth to bed with the birds, to save mutton-suet faugh!»>

Shortly after this messenger was dispatched — an interval which was spent in drinking and

buffoonery, he returned with the answer, that Master Foster was coming presently.

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« Won, won! » said Lambourne, darting on the stake.

« Not till he comes, if you please,» said the mercer, interfering.

Why, 'sblood, he is at the threshold, replied Michael «What said he, boy? »

« If it please your worship,» answered the messenger, «< he looked out of window, with a musquetoon in his hand, and when I delivered your errand, which I did with fear and trembling, he said, with a vinegar aspect, that your worship might be gone to the infernal regions.

Or to hell, I

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>> said Lambourne suppose, << it is there he disposes of all that are not of the congregation.

Even so,» said the boy; « I used the other phrase, as being the more poetical.

«< An ingenious youth,» said Michael; « shalt have a drop to whet thy poetical whistle - And what said Foster next? >>

He called me back, answered the boy, « and bid me say, you might come to him, if you had aught to say to him. »

« And what next?» said Lambourne.

<< He read the letter, and seemed in a fluster, and asked if your worship was in drink — and I said you were speaking a little Spanish, as one who had been in the Canaries. >>

Out, you diminutive pint-pot, whelped of