I know him, said his worship; hes a tenant of mine, and a good fellow, somewhat too much in my debt though. But how is this, young gentleman, you look as if you had been walking; you did not come on foot?
Yes, sir, I came on foot.
On foot! why it is sixteen miles.
I shant be tired when I have walked back.
You cant ride, I suppose?
Better than I can walk.
Then why do you walk?
I have frequently to make journeys connected with my profession; sometimes I walk, sometimes I ride, just as the whim takes me.
Will you take a glass of wine?
Thats right; what shall it be?
The magistrate gave a violent slap on his knee; I like your taste, said he, I am fond of a glass of Madeira myself, and can give you such a one as you will not drink every day; sit down, young gentleman, you shall have a glass of Madeira, and the best I have.
Thereupon he got up, and, followed by his two terriers, walked slowly out of the room.
I looked round the room, and, seeing nothing which promised me much amusement, I sat down, and fell again into my former train of thought. What is truth? said I.
Here it is, said the magistrate, returning at the end of a quarter of an hour, followed by the servant with a tray; heres the true thing, or I am no judge, far less a justice. It has been thirty years in my cellar last Christmas. There, said he to the servant, put it down, and leave my young friend and me to ourselves. Now, what do you think of it?
It is very good, said I.
Did you ever taste better Madeira?
I never before tasted Madeira.
Then you ask for a wine without knowing what it is?
I ask for it, sir, that I may know what it is.
Well, there is logic in that, as Parr would say; you have heard of Parr?
Yes, old Parr, but not that Parr; you mean the English, I the Greek Parr, as people call him.
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