SKETCHES BY SEYMOUR

Part 4.

[WATTY WILLIAMS AND BULL]

"He sat, like patience on a monument, smiling at grief."

Watty Williams was a studious youth, with a long nose and a short pair of

trowsers; his delight was in the green fields, for he was one of those

philosophers who can find sermons in stones, and good in everything. One

day, while wandering in a meadow, lost in the perusal of Zimmerman on

Solitude, he was suddenly aroused from his reverie by a loud "Moo!" and,

turning about, he descried, to his dismay, a curly-fronted bull making

towards him.

Now, Watt., was so good-humoured a fellow, that he could laugh at an

Irish bull, and withal, so staunch a Protestant, that a papal bull only

excited a feeling of pity and contempt; but a bull of the breed which was

careering towards him in such lively bounds, alarmed him beyond all

bounds; and he forthwith scampered over the meadow from the pugnaceous

animal with the most agile precipitation imaginable; for he was not one

of those stout-hearted heroes who could take the bull by the

horns--especially as the animal appeared inclined to contest the meadow

with him; and though so fond of beef (as he naturally was), he declined a

round upon the present occasion.

Seeing no prospect of escape by leaping stile or hedge, he hopped the

green turf like an encaged lark, and happily reached a pollard in the

midst of the meadow.

Climbing up with the agility of a squirrel, he seated himself on the

knobby summit of the stunted willow.

Still retaining his Zimmerman and his senses, he looked down and beheld

the corniferous quadruped gamboling playfully round his singular asylum.

"Very pleasant!" exclaimed he; "I suppose, old fellow you want to have a

game at toss!--if so, try it on with your equals, for you must see, if

you have any gumption, that Watty Williams is above you. Aye, you may

roar!--but if I sit here till Aurora appears in the east, you won't catch

me winking. What a pity it is you cannot reflect as well as ruminate;

you would spare yourself a great deal of trouble, and me a little fright

and inconvenience."

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