ars of Old
England, and this edifice, once the favourite abode of Glorious
Elizabeth, is the refuge which a grateful country has allotted to them.
Here they can rest their weary bodies; at their ease talk over the
actions in which they have been injured; and, with the tear of enthusiasm
flowing from their eyes, boast how they have trod the deck of fame with
Rodney, or Nelson, or others whose names stand emblazoned in the naval
annals of their country.'

Turning to the right, I entered a park or wood consisting of enormous
trees, occupying the foot, sides, and top of a hill which rose behind the
town; there were multitudes of people among the trees, diverting
themselves in various ways. Coming to the top of the hill, I was
present' y stopped by a lofty wall, along which I walked, till, coming to
a small gate, I passed through, and found myself on an extensive green
plain, on one side bounded in part by the wall of the park, and on the
others, in the distance, by extensive ranges of houses; to the south-east
was a lofty eminence, partially clothed with wood. The plain exhibited
an animated scene, a kind of continuation of the fair below; there were
multitudes of people upon it, many tents, and shows; there was also horse-
racing, and much noise and shouting, the sun shining brightly overhead.
After gazing at the horse-racing for a little time, feeling myself
somewhat tired, I went up to one of the tents, and laid myself down on
the grass. There was much noise in the tent. 'Who will stand me?' said
a voice with a slight tendency to lisp. 'Will you, my lord?' 'Yes,'
said another voice. Then there was a sound as of a piece of money
banging on a table. 'Lost! lost! lost!' cried several voices; and then
the banging down of the money, and the 'lost! lost! lost!' were
frequently repeated; at last the second voice exclaimed, 'I will try no
more; you have cheated me.' 'Never cheated any one in my life, my
lord--all fair--all chance. Them that finds, wins--them that can't
finds, loses. Anyone else try? Who'll try? Will you, my lord?' and
then it appeared that some other lord tried, for I heard more money flung
down. Then again the cry of 'lost! lost!'--then again the sound of
money, and so on. Once or twice, but not more, I heard 'Won! won!' but
the predominant cry was 'Lost! lost!' At last there was a considerable
hubbub, and the words 'Cheat!' 'Rogue!' and 'You filched away the pea!'
were used freely by more voice