counterſcarp of the ventricles of the heart; whatever had life within the coach, from the right honourable lady to the lady’s maid, lay in a deep ſwoon. The horſeman, however, was at no loſs what to do in the caſe; he fetched his hat full of water from the rivulet that ran murmuring along, ſprinkled the faces of the departed ladies, held a ſmelling-bottle to their noſtrils, rubbed a little of the volatile ſpirit on their temples, and by theſe means brought them once more to life. They opened their eyes one after another, and beheld at the coach-door a well-made man, of perfectly unſuſpicious appearance, whoſe ſervices ſoon gained their confidence. ‘I am very ſorry, ladies,’ ſaid he, addreſſing them very politely, ‘that you ſhould have ſuffered ſuch an inſult within my juriſdiction, from a raſcal in diſguiſe, who no doubt intended to rob you; but you are now perfectly ſafe: I am Lord Giantdale; allow me to attend you to my houſe, which is but a little
