With plenty of food, and blows daily, Englishmen soon get stomachs for the right way to play the game; bowl as well as bat; and the sooner they give up the idea of shamming sturdy on a stiff hind leg, the better for their chances.

Only, it's a beastly thing to see that for their favourite attitude;--like some dog of a fellow weak in the fists, weaker in the midriff, at a fair, who cries, Come on, and prays his gods you won't.

All for peace, the rascal boasts himself, and he beats his wife and kicks his curs at home.

Is there any one to help him now, he vomits gold and honours on the man he yesterday treated as a felon.

Ha! Bull the bumpkin disposed of, my lord drew leisurely back from the foeman's landing-place, at the head of a body of serious Englishmen; teaching them to be manageable as chess-pieces, ready as bow-strings to let fly.