THE GIPSY ENCAMPMENT A GIPSY GIRL THE GENERAL IN THE TOILS "GOD SAVE THE KING!" TOSSING THE PANCAKE JACK JILTS PHOEBE THE LOVE-SPELL MASTER SIMON AT THE WINDOW MASTER SIMON IN LOVE GENTLEMEN'S JOKES STARLIGHT TOM ON THE WATCH A GIPSY PARTY FORTUNE-TELLING HEADING TO "VILLAGE WORTHIES" "MASTER SIMON PINCHED THE DAUGHTER'S CHEEK" THE APOTHECARY HEADING TO "THE SCHOOLMASTER" SLINGSBY AND READY-MONEY JACK "ON THE ROAD" THE SCHOOL THE PRODIGAL THE TRUANTS LAYING DOWN THE LAW THE VILLAGE POLITICIAN THE LANDLADY THE ANTAGONISTS THE ROOKERY AFTER THE STRAWS ROOKS ON THE SHEEP THE HERMIT OWL BACHELOR'S HALL MAY-DAY MAY-DAY QUEEN THE GENERAL NONPLUSSED MAY QUEEN AND BRIDE-ELECT MAY-DAY MELÉE RUMPLED FEATHERS THE CAPTURE CONSCIENCE MAKES COWARDS OF THE DOGS THE TRIBUNAL THE GUARD TAILPIECE A SOLEMN CONSULTATION LOVE DOCUMENTS SLINGSBY AND PHOEBE BUTLER WITH BRIDE CUP THE WEDDING RURAL ARTILLERY MASTER SIMON OPENS THE BALL RECONCILIATION A MAIDEN CONFESSION MASTER SIMON'S FINALE [Illustration: Tailpiece to Illustrations] [Illustration: The Hall] THE HALL. The ancientest house, and the best for housekeeping in this county or the next, and though the master of it write but squire, I know no lord like him. MERRY BEGGARS. The reader, if he has perused the volumes of the Sketch Book, will probably recollect something of the Bracebridge family, with which I once passed a Christmas. I am now on another visit at the Hall, having been invited to a wedding which is shortly to take place. The squire's second son, Guy, a fine, spirited young captain in the army, is about to be married to his father's ward, the fair Julia Templeton. A gathering of relations and friends has already commenced, to celebrate the joyful occasion; for the old gentleman is an enemy to quiet, private weddings. "There is nothing," he says, "like launching a young couple gaily, and cheering them from the shore; a good outset is half the voyage." Before proceeding any farther, I would beg that the squire might not be confounded with that class of hard-riding, fox-hunting gentlemen so often described, and, in fact, so nearly extinct in England. I use this rural title, partly because it is his universal appellation throughout the neighbourhood, and partly because it saves me the frequent repetition of his name, which is one of those rough old English names at which Frenchmen exclaim in despair. The squire is, in fact, a lingering specimen of the old English country gentleman; rusticated a little by living almost entirely on his estate, and something of a humourist, as Englishmen are apt to become when they have an opportunity of living in their own way. I like his hobby passing well, however, which is, a bigoted devotion to old English manners and customs; it jumps a little with my own humour, having as yet a lively and unsated curiosity about the ancient and genuine characteristics of my "fatherland."