he tinker soon overtook him, and,
having thanked him for his polite and generous conduct, he turned about
and satisfied the curiosity of those who surrounded him. Scourhill
received much applause, and while he continued his course every eye
pursued him in admiration.

Mr. Macadam wrote an account of the preceding adventures to Scourhill's
father, and the old gentleman returned an answer, in which he says:
'Your letter rejoices my heart. Make my son Joseph a scholar, but, above
all, make him an honest man. I know little about your Latin and Greek,
as being things very much out of my way; but this I know--that a man, if
his heart is right, can look a fellow-creature in the face; but without
being an honest man, why, he had better not live.

'When your letter came to hand, I was sitting at dinner, after a most
noble chase, in the midst of my friends, all men of the right sort,
downright hearty good fellows. The cloth was removed, and we had just
sung, _Bright Phoebus had mounted his chariot of day_, when my servant
Jonathan came in with your letter.

'But you must know my servant. Jonathan is none of your flighty, bowing
footmen that whip in upon you with the spring of a fox. No, Jonathan is
better trained. He opens the door leisurely, and marches slowly to
within four yards of my chair, and there he halts, his eye resting upon
me. If the conversation is general, he comes forward, and delivers his
message; but if I am telling one of my hunting stories, he must neither
speak nor move till he receives my orders. Well, as I said, Jonathan
came in with your letter. I was in the middle of one of my best stories,
and, according to custom, he took his station. I came to a pause and
looked at him. He made his bow, but I continued my story. I made a
second pause, and again turned my eye toward him. He bowed. "I see you,
Jonathan," said I, and went on with my story. At the third pause I took
a few seconds to breathe. The honest fellow made one of his lowest bows.
I said to him, "Come hither. A letter you have for me? Let me see it."
(I know your handwriting.) "Carry it, honest Jonathan, to your
mistress," said I; "for my story is not yet finished. It is from the
worthy man, the Rector; it is about Joseph; return, and let me know
whether the youngster continues to behave well."

'One of the company remarked the peculiar manner of Jonathan, and this
brought on a conversation concerning servants. "I have an Irish one,"
said Squire