Splice me, if the doctor did not think he had got a prize; so he puts on his boots, and he comes with me to my house.

But when I gets him into a lane, out come my pops.

'Give up, Doctor,' says I; 'others must share the goods of the Church now.' You has no idea what a row he made; but I did the thing, and there's an end on't." "Bravo, Attie!" cried Clifford; and the word echoed round the board.
Attie put a purse on the table, and the next gentleman was called to confession.
"It skills not, boots not," gentlest of readers, to record each of the narratives that now followed one another.

Old Bags, in especial, preserved his well-earned reputation by emptying six pockets, which had been filled with every possible description of petty valuables.

Peasant and prince appeared alike to have come under his hands; and perhaps the good old man had done in the town more towards effecting an equality of goods among different ranks than all the Reformers, from Cornwall to Carlisle.