only person
who suffered by the grand occasion.

Nor was this all, for Mr. Numboy, the coroner, hearing of Jack's death,
held an inquest on the body; and, having empanelled a matter-of-fact
jury--men who did not see the advantage of steeple-chasing, either in a
political, commercial, agricultural, or national point of view, and who,
having surveyed the line, and found nearly every fence dangerous, and the
wall and brook doubly so, returned a verdict of manslaughter against Mr.
Viney for setting it out, who was forthwith committed to the county gaol of
Limbo Castle for trial at the ensuing assizes, from whence let us join the
benevolent clerk of arraigns in wishing him a good deliverance.

Many of the hardy 'tips' sounded the loud trump of victory, proclaiming
that their innumerable friends had feathered their nests through their
agency; but Peeping Tom and Infallible Joe, and Enoch Wriggle, 'the
offending soul,' &c, found it convenient to bolt from their respective
establishments, carrying with them their large fire-screens, camp-stools,
and boards for posting up their lists, and setting up in new names in other
quarters; while the Hen Angel was shortly afterwards closed, and the
presentation-tureen made into 'white soup.'

So much for the 'small deer.' We will now devote a concluding chapter to
the 'great guns' of our story.

CHAPTER LXX

HOW LORD SCAMPERDALE AND CO. CAME OFF

Our noble master's nerves were so dreadfully shattered by the lamentable
catastrophe to poor Jack, that he stepped, or rather was pushed, into
Jawleyford's carriage almost insensibly, and driven from the course to
Jawleyford Court.

There he remained sufficiently long for Mrs. Jawleyford to persuade him
that he would be far better married, and that either of her amiable
daughters would make him a most excellent wife. His lordship, after very
mature consideration, and many most scrutinizing stares at both of them
through his formidable spectacles, wondering which would be the least
likely to ruin him--at length decided upon taking Miss Emily, the youngest,
though for a long time the victory was doubtful, and Amelia practised her
'Scamperdale' singing with unabated ardour and confidence up to the last.
We believe, if the truth were known, it was a slight touch of rouge, that
Amelia thought would clench the matter, that decided his lordship against
her. Emily, we are happy to say, makes him an excellent wife, and has not
got her hea