ed that "he hadn't much opinion o'
Chancery from all he'd 'eeard, and that when a man got into them there
Cooarts maybe he'd never coome out agin, but he shouldn't mind seein' a
Chancery Judge."

"Well, then," said the distinguished bowler, "now-a-days we needn't go to
Chancery, for they've invented the 'Round Square.'"

Mr. Bumpkin stared. Could so great a man as the O'Rapley be joking? No;
the Don seldom laughed. He was a great admirer of everything relating to
the law, but had a marked prejudice against the new system; and when he
spoke of the "Round Square" he meant, as he afterwards explained, that
confusion of Law and Equity which consists in putting Chancery Judges to
try common law cases and Common Law Judges to unravel the nice twistings
of the elaborate system of Equity; "as though," said he, "you should fuse
the butcher and the baker by getting the former to make bread and the
latter to dress a calf."

Mr. Bumpkin could only stare by way of reply.

"If you want to see Chancery Judges," added the Don, "come to the Old
Bailey!"

CHAPTER XIII.

An interesting gentleman--showing how true it is that one half the world
does not know how the other half lives.

"The Old Bailey," said Mr. Bumpkin, as they crossed Palace Yard on their
way to the steamboat pier, "bean't that where all these 'ere chaps be
tried for ship stealin'?" (sheep stealing).

"I don't know about ship stealing," said O'Rapley, "but it's a place
where they can cure all sorts of diseases."

"Zounds!" exclaimed Bumpkin, "I've 'eeard tell of un. A horsepital you
means--dooan't want to goo there."

"Horse or donkey, it don't matter what," said Don O'Rapley. "They've got
a stuff that's so strong a single drop will cure any disease you've got."

"I wonder if it 'ud cure my old 'ooman's roomatiz. It 'ud be wuth
tryin', maybe."

"I'll warrant it," replied the Don. "She'd never feel 'em after takin'
one drop," and he drew his hand across his mouth and coughed.

"I'd like to try un," said the farmer, "for she be a terrible suffrer in
these 'ere east winds. 'As 'em like all up the grine."

"Ah," said the Don, "it don't matter where she 'as 'em, it will cure
her."

"How do 'em sell it--in bottles?"

"No, it isn't in bottles--you take it by the foot; about nine feet's
considered a goodish dose."

Mr. Bumpkin looked straight before him, somewhat puzzled at this
extraordinary description of a medicine. At length he got a glim