"But if in case it should be in the winter," said the squire, "when a nosegay can't be had ?"--"Why, then," replied the conjurer, "an orange will do as well." These material points being adjusted to the entire satisfaction of Timothy, he declared he would bestow another shilling to know the fortune of an old companion, who truly did not deserve so much at his hands, but he could not help loving him better than e'er a friend he had in the world.

So saying, he dropped a third offering in the coffin, and desired to know the fate of his horse Gilbert.

The astrologer having again consulted his art, pronounced that Gilbert would die of the staggers, and his carcase be given to the hounds; a sentence which made a much deeper impression upon Crabshaw's mind, than did the prediction of his own untimely and disgraceful fate.

He shed a plenteous shower of tears, and his grief broke forth in some passionate expressions of tenderness.

At length he told the astrologer he would go and send up the captain, who wanted to consult him about Margery Cook, because as how she had informed him that Dr.Grubble had described just such another man as the captain for her true love; and he had no great stomach to the match, if so be as the stars were not bent upon their coming together.
Accordingly the squire being dismissed by the conjurer, descended to the parlour with a rueful length of face, which being perceived by the captain, he demanded, "What cheer, ho ?" with some signs of apprehension.
Crabshaw making no return to this salute, he asked if the conjurer had taken an observation, and told him anything.