...hat he wanted some one to keep my father in check; but as the Rev. Ambrose Peterborough, successor to the Rev. Simon Hart, was hazy and manageable, I ... ...id he. Arrived in London, I left my travelling companion, the Rev. Ambrose Peterborough, sipping his Port at the hotel, and rushed down to Dipwell, sh... ...a treasure. And I avow it, I like to travel with my private chaplain.’ Mr. Peterborough’s temporary absence had allowed me time for getting ample fund... ...w of buttons extending the breadth of their shoulders. My fa- ther won Mr. Peterborough’s approval by declaring cigars which he might easily have pass... ...d, sir?’ said the simple man. ‘I promise you we shall not disturb you, Mr. Peterborough. You have reached that middle age, have you not, when sleep is... ...orning walk, I presume. On Sunday see that our chaplain, the excellent Mr. Peterborough, officiates for the assembled Protestants of all nations. It e... ...tasking his ingenuity to amuse her. He sang with Miss Sibley , rallied Mr. Peterborough, played picquet to lose, threw over the lead line to count the... ...uggested, as I con- ceived in a similar spirit the forcible ducking of Mr. Peterborough. He appeared to entertain and relish the no- tion in earnest. ... ...he added, ‘I am at a loss. My wits are in the doldrums.’ He went up to Mr. Peterborough, and, with an air of great sincerity and courtesy, requested h...