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 teen Shillings and Four Pence.—Then you have Six Shillings and Eight Pence for oiling and winding up the Clock, both paid you at Easter.—The Pinder's Place, which is worth Forty Shillings a Year,—you have got that too.-You are the Bailiff, which the late Parson got you, which brings you in Forty Shillings more.—Besides all this, you have Six Pounds a Year, paid you Quarter­ly for being Mole-Catcher to the Parish.—Aye, says the luckless Wight above-men­tioned, (who was standing close to him with his Plush Breeches on) "You are not only Mole-Catcher, Trim, but you catch too in the Dark; and you pretend a Licence for it, which, I trow, will be look'd into at the next Quarter Ses­sions." I maintain it, I have a Licence, says Trim, blushing as red as Scarlet:—I have a Licence,—and as I farm a War­ren in the next Parish, I will catch Conies every Hour of the Night.—You catch Conies! cries a toothless old Woman, who was just passing by.

This set the Mob a laughing, and sent every Man home in perfect good Humour,