Encouraged, egad! They don't want much of that here.

Give some of your lean London straws a strip o' clean grass and a bit o' liberty, and you'll do 'em a service.' 'What a beautiful hit!' exclaimed one of the ladies, languidly watching the ascent of the ball.
'Beautiful, d' ye call it ?' muttered the squire.
The ball, indeed, was dropping straight into the hands of the long-hit-off.

Instantly a thunder rolled.

But it was Beckley that took the joyful treble--Fallow field the deeply--cursing bass.

The long-hit-off, he who never was known to miss a catch-butter-fingered beast!--he has let the ball slip through his fingers.
Are there Gods in the air?
Fred Linnington, the unfortunate of Fallow field, with a whole year of unhappy recollection haunting him in prospect, ere he can retrieve his character--Fred, if he does not accuse the powers of the sky, protests that he cannot understand it, which means the same.
Fallow field's defeat--should such be the result of the contest--he knows now will be laid at his door.