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Was "stirring with the lark," bent on fixing myself for a month's sponge on a friend who was going to Rusticate;way laid him and accepted a seat in his gig, or rather balance room on the edge of it; had not proceeded far before he spilt me, by accidentlly coming in contact with a post, & then drove on laughing, nothing daunted, however, rose, put a good face the matter, & exclaimed "Go on I'll follow thee".