Comrade Tummas, give us thy arm.

Mr.Hayes, you're a hearty cock, I make no doubt, and all such are welcome.

Come along, my gentleman farmers, Mr.Brock shall have the honour to pay for you all." And with this, Corporal Brock, accompanied by Messrs.

Hayes, Bullock, Blacksmith, Baker's-boy, Butcher, and one or two others, adjourned to the inn; the horses being, at the same time, conducted to the stable.
Although we have, in this quiet way, and without any flourishing of trumpets, or beginning of chapters, introduced Mr.Hayes to the public; and although, at first sight, a sneaking carpenter's boy may seem hardly worthy of the notice of an intelligent reader, who looks for a good cut-throat or highwayman for a hero, or a pickpocket at the very least: this gentleman's words and actions should be carefully studied by the public, as he is destined to appear before them under very polite and curious circumstances during the course of this history.

The speech of the rustic Juvenal, Mr.Clodpole, had seemed to infer that Hayes was at once careful of his money and a warm admirer of Mrs.Catherine of the "Bugle:" and both the charges were perfectly true.