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of Master Simon about some gay widow； with whom he was accused of having a flirtation。 This attack was commenced by the ladies； but it was continued throughout the dinner by the fat… headed old gentleman next the parson； with the persevering assiduity of a slow…hound； being one of those long…winded jokers； who； though rather dull at starting game； are unrivalled for their talents in hunting it down。 At every pause in the general conversation； he renewed his bantering in pretty much the same terms； winking hard at me with both eyes whenever he gave Master Simon what he considered a home thrust。 The latter； indeed； seemed fond of being teased on the subject； as old bachelors are apt to be； and he took occasion to inform me； in an undertone； that the lady in question was a prodigiously fine woman； and drove her own curricle。
The dinner…time passed away in this flow of innocent hilarity； and； though the old hall may have resounded in its time with many a scene of broader rout and revel； yet I doubt whether it ever witnessed more honest and genuine enjoyment。 How easy it is for one benevolent being to diffuse pleasure around him； and how truly is a kind heart a fountain of gladness； making everything in its vicinity to freshen into smiles！ The joyous disposition of the worthy Squire was perfectly contagious； he was happy himself； and disposed to make all the world happy； and the little eccentricities of his humour did but season； in a manner； the sweetness of his philanthropy。
When the ladies had retired； the conversation； as usual； became still more animated； many good things were broached which had been thought of during dinner； but which would not exactly do for a lady's ear； and though I cannot positively affirm that there was much wit uttered； yet I have certainly heard many contests of rare wit produce much less laughter。 Wit； after all； is a mighty tart； pungent ingredient； and much too acid for some stomachs； but honest good humour is the oil and wine of a merry meeting； and there is no jovial companionship equal to that where the jokes are rather small； and the laughter abundant。 The Squire told several long stories of early college pranks and adventures； in some of which the parson had been a sharer； though in looking at the latter； it required some effort of imagination to figure such a little dark anatomy of a man into the perpetrator of a madcap gambol。 Indeed； the two college chums presented pictures of what men may be made by their different lots in life。 The Squire had left the university to live lustily on his paternal domains； in the vigorous enjoyment of prosperity and sunshine； and had flourished on to a hearty and florid old age； whilst the poor parson； on the contrary； had dried and withered away； among dusty tomes； in the silence and shadows of his study。
Still there seemed to be a spark of almost extinguished fire； feebly glimmering in the bottom of his soul； and as the Squire hinted at a sly story of the parson and a pretty milkmaid； whom they once met on the banks of the Isis； the old gentleman made an 〃alphabet of faces；〃 which； as far as I could decipher his physiognomy； I verily believe was indicative of laughter；indeed； I have rarely met with an old gentleman who took absolutely offence at the imputed gallantries of his youth。
I found the tide of wine and wassail fast gaining on the dry land of sober judgment。 The company grew merrier and louder as their jokes grew duller。 Master Simon was in as chirping a humour as a grasshopper filled with dew； his old songs grew of a warmer complexion； and he began to talk maudlin about the widow。 He even gave a long song about the wooing of a widow； which he informed me he had gathered from an excellent black…letter work； entitled 〃Cupid's Solicitor for Love；〃 containing store of good advice for bachelors； and which he promised to lend me。 The first verse was to this effect：
〃He that will woo a widow must not dally； He must make hay while the sun doth shine； He must not stand with her； Shall I； Shall I？ But boldly say； Widow； thou must be mine。〃
This song inspired the fat…headed old gentleman； who made several attempts to tell a rather broad story out of Joe Miller； that was pat to the purpose； but he always stuck in the middle； everybody recollecting the latter part excepting himself。 The parson； too； began to show the effects of good cheer； having gradually settled down into a doze； and his wig sitting most suspiciously on one side。 Just at this juncture we were summoned to the drawing…room； and； I suspect； at the private instigation of mine host； whose joviality seemed always tempered with a proper love of decorum。
After the dinner…table was removed； the hall was given up to the younger members of the family； who； prompted to all kind of noisy mirth by the Oxonian and Master Simon； made its old walls ring with their merriment； as they played at romping games。 I delight in witnessing the gambols of children； and particularly at this happy holiday…season； and could not help stealing out of the drawing…room on hearing one of their peals of laughter。 I found them at the game of blind…man's buff。 Master Simon； who was the leader of their revels； and seemed on all occasions to fulfil the office of that ancient potentate； the Lord of Misrule；* was blinded in the midst of the hall。 The little beings were as busy about him as the mock fairies about Falstaff； pinching him； plucking at the skirts of his coat； and tickling him with straws。 One fine blue…eyed girl of about thirteen； with her flaxen hair all in beautiful confusion； her frolic face in a glow； her frock half torn off her shoulders； a complete picture of a romp； was the chief tormentor； and from the slyness with which Master Simon avoided the smaller game； and hemmed this wild little nymph in corners； and obliged her to jump shrieking over chairs； I suspected the rogue of being not a whit more blinded than was convenient。
* See Note I。
When I returned to the drawing…room； I found the company seated around the fire； listening to the parson； who was deeply ensconced in a high…backed oaken chair； the work of some cunning artificer of yore； which had been brought from the library for his particular accommodation。 From this venerable piece of furniture； with which his shadowy figure and dark weazen face so admirably accorded； he was dealing forth strange accounts of popular superstitions and legends of the surrounding country； with which he had become acquainted in the course of his antiquarian researches。 I am half inclined to think that the old gentleman was himself somewhat tinctured with superstition； as men are very apt to be who live a recluse and studious life in a sequestered part of the country； and pore over black…letter tracts； so often filled with the marvellous and supernatural。 He gave us several anecdotes of the fancies of the neighbouring peasantry； concerning the effigy of the crusader which lay on the tomb by the church altar。 As it was the only monument of the kind in that part of the country； it had always been regarded with feelings of superstition by the goodwives of the village。 It was said to get up from the tomb an