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The Sir Roger de Coverley Papers
Steele, Richard, Sir
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I was no sooner come into Gray's Inn Walks, but I
heard my friend upon the terrace hemming twice or
thrice to himself with great vigour, for he loves to clear
his pipes in good air, to make use of his own phrase,
and is not a little pleased with any one who takes notice (10)
of the strength which he still exerts in his morning hems.
I was touched with a secret joy at the sight of the good
old man, who before he saw me was engaged in conversation
with a beggar-man that had asked an alms of him.
I could hear my friend chide him for not finding out (15)
some work; but at the same time saw him put his hand
in his pocket and give him sixpence.
Our salutations were very hearty on both sides, consisting
of many kind shakes of the hand, and several affectionate
looks which we cast upon one another. After (20)
which the knight told me my good friend his chaplain
was very well, and much at my service, and that the
Sunday before he had made a most incomparable sermon
out of Doctor Barrow. "I have left," says he, "all my
affairs in his hands, and being willing to lay an obligation (25)
upon him, have deposited with him thirty marks, to be
distributed among his poor parishioners."
He then proceeded to acquaint me with the welfare of
Will Wimble. Upon which he put his hand into his fob
and presented me, in his name, with a tobacco stopper,
telling me that Will had been busy all the beginning of
the winter in turning great quantities of them, and that
he made a present of one to every gentleman in the
country who has good principles and smokes. He added (187: 5)
that poor Will was at present under great tribulation, for
that Tom Touchy had taken the law of him for cutting
some hazel sticks out of one of his hedges.
Among other pieces of news which the knight brought
from his country-seat, he informed me that Moll White (10)
was dead; and that about a month after her death the
wind was so very high that it blew down the end of one
of his barns. "But for my own part," says Sir Roger,
"I do not think that the old woman had any hand in
it." (15)
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