Within his chains bold Will looked blue, Gone were his sword and snappers too, Which served their master well and true; Says I, "Will Davies, how are you? _With your rustified, fustified, mustified air!_" Says he, "Dick Turpin, here I be, Upon the gibbet, as you see; I take the matter easily; _You'll_ have your turn as well as me, _With your whistle-me, pistol-me, cut-my-throat air!_" Says I, "That's very true, my lad; Meantime, with pistol and with prad, I'm quite contented as I am, And heed the gibbet not a d--n! _With its rustified, fustified, mustified air!_" "Poor Will Davies!" sighed Dick; "Bagshot ought never to forget him."[110] For never more shall Bagshot see A highwayman of such degree, Appearance, and gentility, As Will, who hangs upon the tree, _With his rustified, fustified, mustified air!_ "Well," mused Turpin, "I suppose one day it will be with me like all the rest of 'em, and that I shall dance a long lavolta to the music of the four whistling winds, as my betters have done before me; but I trust, whenever the chanter-culls and last-speech scribblers get hold of me, they'll at least put no cursed nonsense into my mouth, but make me speak, as I have ever felt, like a man who never either feared death, or turned his back upon his friend. In the mean time I'll give them something to talk about. This ride of mine shall ring in their ears long after I'm done for--put to bed with a mattock, and tucked up with a spade. And when I am gone, boys, each huntsman shall say, None rode like Dick Turpin, so far in a day. And thou, too, brave Bess!--thy name shall be linked with mine, and we'll go down to posterity together; and what," added he, despondingly, "if it should be too much for thee? what if----but no matter! Better die now, while I am with thee, than fall into the knacker's hands. Better die with all thy honors upon thy head, than drag out thy old age at the sand-cart. Hark forward, lass--hark forward!" By what peculiar instinct is it that this noble animal, the horse, will at once perceive the slightest change in his rider's physical temperament, and allow himself so to be influenced by it, that, according as his master's spirits fluctuate, will his own energies rise and fall, wavering From walk to trot, from canter to full speed?