FIFTH READER.   81

Mr. H. and the Steward.

Mr. H. HA! Steward, how are you, my old boy? How do things go on at home? 
Steward. Bad enough, your honor; the magpie's dead. 
H. Poor Mag! So he's gone. How came he to die? 
S. Overeat himself, Sir. 
H. Did he? A greedy dog; why, what did he get be liked so well? 
S. Horseflesh, Sir; he died of eating horseflesh. 
H. How came he to get so much horseflesh? 
S. All your father's horses, Sir. 
H. What! are they dead, too? 
S. Ay, Sir; they died of overwork. 
H. And why were they overworked, pray? 
S. To carry water, sir.
H. To carry water! and what were they carrying water for ? 
S. Sure, Sir, to put out the fire. 
H. Fire! what fire? 
S. O, Sir, your father's house is burned to the ground. 
H. My father's house burned down! and how came it set on fire? 
S. I think, sir, it must have been the torches. 
H. Torches! what torches? 
S. At your mother’s funeral. 
H. My mother dead! 
S. Ah, poor lady! she never looked up, after it 
H. After what? 
S. The loss of your father. 
H. My father gone, too? 
S. Yes, poor gentleman I he took to his bed as soon as he heard of it.

H. Heard of what ?
S. The bad news, air, and please your honor.
H. What! more miseries! more bad news!
S. Yes, air; your bank has failed, and your credit is lost, and you
are not worth a shilling in the world. I made bold, sir, to wait on
you about it, for I thought you would like to hear the news.