That is a rare blow which you have struck into the ribs of Prelacy, good Master Healing.

Solomon Warren, five guineas.

James White, five shillings--the widow's mite, James! Thomas Bakewell, ten pounds.

Nay, Master Bakewell, surely out of three farms on the banks of Tone, and grazing land in the fattest part of Athelney, you can spare more than this for the good cause.

We shall doubtless see you again.