"What do you think of that ?" said the jockey; "were you ever so honoured before ?" "Honoured!" said I.

"God preserve me in future from such honour;" and I put my finger to my cheek, which was slightly hurt by a particle of the glass.

"That's the way we of the cofrady honour great men at Horncastle," said the jockey.

"What, you are hurt! never mind; all the better; your scratch shows that you are the body the compliment was paid to." "And what are you going to do with the other bottle ?" said I.

"Do with it!" said the jockey, "why, drink it, cosily and comfortably, whilst holding a little quiet talk.