And, if they were inclined to be riotous, Sir Lewis had only to send for Punch, or the dancing dogs, and all was quiet again.

But this could not last forever; they began to think more and more of their condition; and, at last, a club of foul-mouthed, good-for-nothing rascals was held at the sign of the Devil, for the purpose of abusing the squire and the parson.

The doctor, to own the truth, was old and indolent, extremely fat and greedy.

He had not preached a tolerable sermon for a long time.

The squire was still worse; so that, partly by truth and partly by falsehood, the club set the whole parish against their superiors.