text:  This fellow a Frenchman had taken wing in another direction and carried off his turtle-dove too; not one of the full-blown roses of the servant's-hall but a rosebud the daughter of one of the bulkiest squires of the Riding; a man of countless beeves and blunders; one of our Yorkshire Nimrods "a mighty hunter " until club dinners and home-brewed ale tied him to his arm-chair and gout made him a man of peace and flannels the best thriven weed in the swamps of Yorkshire