At Christmas, the whole Constellation of Pattypans which adorn'd their Chimney fronts were taken down.

The Spit, the Pot, the Oven, were all in use together; the Evenings spent in Jollity, and their Glass Guns smoking Top'd the Tumbler with the froth of Good October, till most of them were slain or wounded, and the Prince of Orange, and Queen Ann's Marlborough, could no longer be resounded...." [Sidenote: THE DEATH OF A SWEARER] Here is Mr.Spershott's account of a Chichester calamity:--"Jno.

Page, Esq., native of this city, coming from London to Stand Candidate Here, a great number of voters went on Horseback to meet him.

Among the rest Mr.
Joshua Lover, a noted School Master, a sober man in the general but of flighty Passions.

As he was setting out, one of his Scollers, Patty Smith (afterwards my Spouse) asked him for a Coppy, and in haste he wrote the following:-- Extreames beget Extreames, Extreames avoid Extreames without Extreames are not Enjoyed.
"He set off in High Carrier, and turning down Rooks's Hill before the Sqr., rideing like a madman To and fro, forward and backward Hallooing among the Company, the Horse at full speed fell with him and kill'd him.
A Caution to the flighty and unsteady; and a verification of his Coppy." Again: "Robt.