Y THE MEANS OF A MAD BULL;
I, OF MINE, BY MATRIMONY--FATHER IS PRETTILY BEHAVED, AND MY QUAKER WIFE
THE MOST FASHIONABLY DRESSED LADY IN TOWN--VERILY! HUM!

Alas! little did Mr Cophagus know how fatal to him would be the light
cotton nets when he put them on that day. He had proceeded, as it
appears, about two thirds of his way home (he lived in Welbeck Street),
when he perceived a rush from up a street leading into Oxford-Street.

He looked to ascertain the cause, when to his horror he perceived--what
to him was the greatest of all horrors--a mad bull. If anything could
make Mr Cophagus run, it was a sight like that, and he did run; but he
could not run fast in his cotton nets and tight Hessians, which crippled
him altogether. As if out of pure spite, the bull singled him out from
at least one hundred, who exerted their agility, and again was poor Mr
Cophagus tossed far behind the animal, fortunately breaking his fall by
tumbling on a large dog who was in full chase. The dog, who was unable
to crawl from beneath the unfortunate Cophagus, was still in a condition
to bite, which he did most furiously; and the butcher, who had an
affection for his dog, when he perceived its condition, also vented his
fury upon poor Cophagus, by saluting him with several blows on his head
with his cudgel. What between the bull, the dog, and the butcher, poor
Mr Cophagus was taken into a shop in a very deplorable condition.
After some time he recovered and was able to name his residence, when he
was taken home.

It was late in the evening when I received a note from Susannah,
informing me of that unfortunate accident. My father had just finished
a long story about filial duty, country girls, good wives, etcetera, and
had wound up by saying, that he and Mr Masterton both considered that
Miss Temple would be a very eligible match, and that, as I had requested
him to select, he had selected her accordingly. I had just proved how
truly dutiful I was, by promising to do all I could to love her, and to
fulfil his wishes, when the note was put in my hands. I read it, stated
its contents to my father, and, with his permission, immediately jumped
into a hackney-coach, and drove to Welbeck Street.

On my arrival I found poor Mrs Cophagus in a state of syncope, and
Susannah attending her. I sent for the surgeon who had been called in,
and then went up to Mr Cophagus. He was much better than I expected--
calm, and quite sensible. His wou