But I am not the first remarkable person who has eaten turnips in your Norton Bury fields--ay, and turned field-preacher afterwards--the celebrated John Philip--" Here the elder and less agreeable of the two wayfarers interposed with a nudge, indicating silence.
"My companion is right, sir," he continued.

"I will not betray our illustrious friend by mentioning his surname; he is a great man now, and might not wish it generally known that he had dined off turnips.
May I give you instead my own humble name ?" He gave it me; but I, Phineas Fletcher, shall copy his reticence, and not indulge the world therewith.

It was a name wholly out of my sphere, both then and now; but I know it has since risen into note among the people of the world.

I believe, too, its owner has carried up to the topmost height of celebrity always the gay, gentlemanly spirit and kindly heart which he showed when sitting with us and eating swedes.

Still, I will not mention his surname--I will only call him "Mr.Charles." "Now, having satisfactorily 'munched, and munched, and munched,' like the sailor's wife who had chestnuts in her lap--are you acquainted with my friend, Mr.William Shakspeare, young gentleman ?--I must try to fulfil the other duties of existence.