If you choose to come and serve for your board, and what they'll give you, give me your fist; or if you like ten shillings a week better than their sixpences and ha'pence, only say so--though, to be open with you, I believe you would make twice ten shillings out of them--the sneaking, fawning, curry-favouring humbugs!" "I am much obliged to you," said I, "for your handsome offer, which, however, I am obliged to decline." "Why so ?" said the landlord.
"I am not fit for service," said I; "moreover, I am about to leave this part of the country." As I spoke a horse neighed in the stable.

"What horse is that ?" said I.
"It belongs to a cousin of mine, who put it into my hands yesterday in the hopes that I might get rid of it for him, though he would no more have done so a week ago, when he considered me a down pin, than he would have given the horse away.

Are you fond of horses ?" "Very much," said I.
"Then come and look at it." He led me into the stable, where, in a stall, stood a noble-looking animal.
"Dear me," said I, "I saw this horse at -- - fair." "Like enough," said the landlord; "he was there and was offered for seventy pounds, but didn't find a bidder at any price.

What do you think of him ?" "He's a splendid creature." "I am no judge of horses," said the landlord; "but I am told he's a first- rate trotter, good leaper, and has some of the blood of Syntax.

What does all that signify ?--the game is against his master, who is a down pin, is thinking of emigrating, and wants money confoundedly.