Rowlandson the Caricaturist; a Selection from His Works. Vol. 2Grego, Joseph
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Rowlandson the Caricaturist; a Selection from His Works. Vol. 2
Grego, Joseph
English wit and humor, Pictorial; Rowlandson, Thomas, 1756-1827
'"You could have no right to return the horse if he went no better than
one with his legs tied. You stand in the predicament of Lord ----, who
gave twenty guineas for Punch, and when he found he could not make him
speak prosecuted the showman; but my Lord Chief Justice adjudged the
man to keep his money, and my Lord his Punch, although he could not get
a word out of him.
'"My opinion is, sir, as you ask it, that the decent man in the
scratch-wig made a very sensible remark when he observed that my friend
Mr. ---- knew how to make the most of a horse, and I am satisfied that
you, sir, know with equal facility how to make the least of one.
'"I am, Sir, your humble servant,
'"G. GAMBADO.
'"P.S.--I am sorry to add my maid tells me that two shillings out of
your five were very bad ones."
[Illustration: HOW TO MAKE THE LEAST OF HIM.]
'_Letter to G. Gambado, Esq._
'"Sir--Being informed that you are now at home, and desirous of giving
every information in your power to those who may stand in need of
it respecting their horses, I beg leave to submit my case to you,
which, considering how fond I am of the chase, you must admit to be a
lamentable one. Relying, however, sir, as I do, on your philanthropy
(I should more properly say Phillipigy) and that zeal in the cause
which has so long characterised you, I make no doubt but the small
difficulties I now labour under will be soon surmounted.
'"You must know, sir, I am very fond of hunting, and live in as fine a
scenting country as any in the kingdom. The soil is pretty stiff, the
leaps large and frequent, and a great deal of timber to get over. Now,
sir, my brown horse is a very capital hunter, and though he is slow,
and I cannot absolutely ride over the hounds (indeed the country is so
enclosed that I do not see so much of them as I could wish), yet in
the end he generally brings me in before the huntsman goes home with
the dogs. So thus far I have no reason to complain. Now, sir, my brown
horse is a noble leaper, and never gave me a fall in his life that way,
but he has got an awkward trick (though he clears everything with his
fore-legs in capital style) of leaving the other two on the wrong side
of the fence, and if the gate or stile happens to be in a sound state,
it is a work of time and trouble to get his hind-legs over. He clears a
ditch finely indeed with two feet, but the others constantly fall in;
that gives me a strange pain in my back like what is commonly called
lumbago, and unless you kindly stand my friend, and instruct me how I
am to bring these hind-legs after me, I fear I shall never get rid of
it. If you please, sir, you may ride him a-hunting yourself any day you
will please to appoint, and you shall be heartily welcome. You will
then be better enabled to give me your advice; you can't have a proper
conception of the jerks he will give you without trying him.
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