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 shoulder of his beat, driving it with all the goodwill in the world to the very butt, and at the ame time adroitly tucking his blue cloth capa under his right arm, and flinging the kirt over the left houler en cavalier, began to lay about him with a tout hen apling upon the ears, pole, and cheeks of the recreant mule. The fire now flahed from a flair of Andaluian eyes, as black as charcoal and a lot les inflammable, and taking the segara from his, mouth, with which he had vainly hoped to have realed his notrils in a harp winter's evening by the way, raied uch a thundering troop of angels, saints, and martyrs, from St. Michael downwards, not forgetting his own nameake Saint Nicolas de Tolentino by the way, that if cures could have made the mule to go, the dipute would have been soon ended, but not a aint could make her tir any other ways than upwards and downwards at a stand. A mall troop of mendicant friars were at this moment conducting the hot to a dying man. ———" Nicolas Pedroa," ays an old friar, “ be patient with your beat, and pare your blaphemies; remember Balaam.”———“ Ah, father," relied Pedroa, " Balaam cudgelled his beat till he poke, o will I mine till the roars.”———"Fie, fie, profane fellow,” cries another of the fraternity. "Go about your work, friend," quoth Nicolas, "and let me go about mine; I warrant it is the more preing of the two; your patient is going out of the world, mine is coming into it." "Hear him," cries a third, "hear the vile wretch, how he blaphemes the body of God."———And When the troop paed flowly on to the tinkling of the bell.

A man mut know nothing of a mule's ears, who does not know what a paion they have for the tinkling of a bell, and no ooner had the jingling