Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . All then washurry-skurry ; carriages were called up, and hurried off as though theplague had broken out, and Johns and Jehus were astonished at thebustle of their mississes. The last fly at length drove off; the variegated lamps round thefestooned porch began glimmering and dying in succession, as Dolefuland the remaining gentlemen stood bowing, grinning, and kissingtheir hands to their departing partners, while their blue coats andcanary-coloured shorts exhibited every variety of shade and complexionthat the colours are capable of. DolefuTs hair, too, ass
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . All then washurry-skurry ; carriages were called up, and hurried off as though theplague had broken out, and Johns and Jehus were astonished at thebustle of their mississes. The last fly at length drove off; the variegated lamps round thefestooned porch began glimmering and dying in succession, as Dolefuland the remaining gentlemen stood bowing, grinning, and kissingtheir hands to their departing partners, while their blue coats andcanary-coloured shorts exhibited every variety of shade and complexionthat the colours are capable of. DolefuTs hair, too, assumed avermilion hue. The town was clear, bright, and tranquil; no sounddisturbed the quiet streets, and there was a balmy freshness in themorning air that breathed gratefully on the leverish frames of theheated dancers. The cock, the trumpet of the morn, had justgiven his opening crow, in farmer Haycocks yard behind the rooms,and the tinkling bells of the oxens yoke came softened on the airlike the echoing cymbals of the THE MORNING AFTER. calculated to last for ever, when the 0Ry MR. JORROCKSS HUNT. 39 St. Georges chapel clock strikes ! Its clear silvery notes fall fullupon the listeners ears. One ! two ! three ! four ! five ! six !—eix oclock ! and youths say it is not worth while going to bed,while men of sense set off without a doubt on the matter. Some fewreturn to the supper-room to share the ends of champagne bottles andlobster salads with the waiters. Morning brought no rest to the jaded horses and helpers of thetown. No sooner were the Rosinantes released from the harness ofthe flys, than they were led to the stable-doors and wisped and cleanedin a manner that plainly showed it was for coming service, and notfor that performed. Bill Gibbon, the club-footed ostler of the SwanHotel and Livery Stables, had eight dirty fly-horses to polish intohunters before eleven oclock, and Tom Turnbinn, and his deaf-and-dumb boy, had seven hunters and two flys ordered for
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