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boy, and I am almost perished; I shall never reach it, I am sure, but die here.' The six miles the boy had to go, happened to lie in the parson's road, and he very humanely offered to                  let him ride behind, which the lad willing- ly accepted, and mounted. As they went along, the parson asked him a number of ques- tions respecting his creed. 'Alas!' said the boy, 'I can neither write nor read, and on Sun- days I watch the flocks.' 'More's the pity,' said the curate, I'll instruct you as we ride, if you'll mark me.' I will, to be sure,' said the boy. The parson began, and fearful the boy might not always attend to him, said every five minutes, ;Mark me, boy.' I do,' says he, and gives him a stroke on the back with the ruddle. This word was so often repeated and always complied with on the part of the boy, that the parson began to look like a soldier. At length, being near the end of the journey, the clergyman said, ;Now, boy, mark me for the last time.; 'By goles, I can't now,' says the boy "FOR I'VE USED ALL THE RUDDLE.'

33. A rider to a capital house in Watling- street being on a journey, was attacked a few miles beyond Winchester by a single highway- man, who taking him by surprise, robbed him of his purse and pocket-book, containing cash and notes to a considerable amount. 'Sir,' said the rider, with great presence of mind, 'I                  have suffered you to take my property, and you are welcome to it. It is my master's, and the