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"No," said Aram; "I had no sleep last night, and my health is easily affected, and with my health my mind; but let us go to Madeline; the sight of her will revive me." They then strolled down to the Manor-house, and met by the way a band of the younger heroes of the village, who had volunteered to act as a patrole, and who were now marshalled by Peter Dealtry, in a fit of heroic enthusiasm.
The finest diplomatist in Europe might have taken a lesson from the Corporal, as he now proceeded earnestly towards the accomplishment of his project. Jacobina. He took Jacobina then, we say, upon his lap, and stroking her brindled sides with great tenderness, he bade Dealtry remark how singularly quiet the animal was in its manners.
The Corporal, therefore, with a reluctant sigh, renounced the friendly offer, and after lying awake three nights, and turning over in his own mind the characters, consciences, and capabilities of all his neighbours, he came at last to the conviction that there was no one with whom he could so safely entrust his cat as Peter Dealtry.
Nothing on earth so offended the perpendicular Jacob Bunting, as any insinuation of increasing years or growing infirmities; but at this moment, as he meditated putting Dealtry to some use, he prudently conquered the gathering anger, and added, like the man of the world he justly plumed himself on being in a voice gentle as a dying howl, "What 'fraid on? come in, there's good fellow, want to speak to ye.
"Your honour's mighty obleeging," said the Corporal, putting his hand to his hat; "I wonders," renewed he, after a short pause, "I wonders how poor neighbour Dealtry is. He was a sufferer last year; I should like to know how Peter be getting on 'tis a good creature."
This, the most menacing speech Peter Dealtry was ever known to deliver, was uttered with so much spirit, that the Corporal, who had hitherto preserved silence for he was too strict a disciplinarian to thrust himself unnecessarily into brawls, turned approvingly round, and nodding as well as his stock would suffer him at the indignant Peter, he said: "Well done!
"Not now," answered the Traveller; then, turning round to Dealtry, he said: "Are you landlord here?" "At your service," said Peter, with the indifference of a man well to do, and not ambitious of halfpence. "Come, then, quick budge," said the Traveller, tapping him on the back: "bring more glasses another jug of the October; and any thing or every thing your larder is able to produce d'ye hear?"
Don't you feel all this ere stuff revive you?" No, indeed, I was amazingly better the first day than I am now; I progress from worse to worse. Ah! Bunting, if Peter Dealtry were here, he might help me to an appropriate epitaph: as it is, I suppose I shall be very simply labelled. Fillgrave will do the whole business, and put it down in his bill item, nine draughts item, one epitaph.
"Well, now," said Peter Dealtry, as he pushed the brown jug towards the Corporal, "this is what I call pleasant; it puts me in mind " "Of what?" quoth the Corporal. "Of those nice lines in the hymn, Master Bunting. 'How fair ye are, ye little hills, Ye little fields also; Ye murmuring streams that sweetly run; Ye willows in a row!
"Weary and hungry," said he; "why did not you say that before? That would have been quite enough for Peter Dealtry. Thank God! I am a man what can feel for my neighbours. I have bowels yes, I have bowels. Weary and hungry! you shall be served in an instant. I may be a little hasty or so, but I'm a good Christian at bottom ask the Corporal. And what says the Psalmist, Psalm 147?
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