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| : PIOKWICK ABROAD. , amare igmey ; but some how or another, Inever kept it. I had anative for a butler —his name was Rumtutch—and he was a devil of an extravagant fellow. He wouldn't at his beef-steak cooked between the saddle d the.horse’s back; he must needs have a fire, the rascal! Still he wasn’t so bad as my head valet, Orl Me Igh, who never could sit down to dinner without a boiled child.” “A boiled child!” exclaimed Mr. Mugging. Or roast,” added Captain Walsingham ; “The Tartars prefer it to sucking pig.” “Ah! see what it is to have travelled!” said Mr. Muggins, shaking his head, and surveying the Captain with the»greatest respect. | | “See indeed!” cried the Captain. “ Why —what do you think could have made me what I am, if I hadn't travelled? There’s thing like travelling to enlarge the mind.” And the Captain might have added the “imagination also;’ but Mr. Muggins did not notice the deficiency; and so, while the latter proceeded to count the tarts and jellies, the former hastened to rejoin Miss Aramintha, not a little pleased with his success in having so easily got rid of Mr. Boozie, and now wishing the bandage round his head at the devil. When Captain Horatio Clarence Walsing- ham returned to the drawing-room, Miss Aramintha Mugeins was going to accom- pany herself on a piano that was out of tune, and was just commencing a song, which she’ had suffered herself to be per- suaded to sing, after having refused ‘* Of course her eight or ten dozen times. lover hastened to turn the leaves of the music-book for his intended ; and the whole business passed off uncommonly well, if we except in error committed by Captain Walsingham, which led him to turn over two leaves at a time on one occasion, proba- bly with a view of obliging the company, from whom he certainly received the secret thanks he so much deserved. He, however, made every due apology, which, after a little necessary pouting, was accepted: but, as we have thus faithfully narrated the circumstances attending the mere mechani- process of singing the song, we may as well favor the readers with the song itself. SONG. WakEN, Beauty, from thy slumber, Shake that drowsy sleep away ; Hours are passing without number, Aud the sun proclaims the day 10 187 Waken, maiden, from llow— Longer ite aoe be fae eat a" Yet why like the stormy billow Rises so thy snowy breast ? » Hark, Oh! hark! the loud reveil * O’er the turret-walls isringing; . §~ Morning’s dawn these numbers tell, — | And the birds are blythely singing! , On your jetty lashes flashing Salt tears gush out from thine eyes; Gloomy as the torrent dashing, — Are those deep heart-rending sighs. + Is it love thy bosom tearing, With’ring all thy joys away— Love desponding—love despairing ?— Love will still maintain his sway! Love then deadens the reveil, Though aloud ’tis early ringing ; Morning’s dawn those numbers tell, © While the birds are blythely singing! Slumber on, thou lovely maiden ; For if sorrow rend thy breast— If thy heart with grief be laden, Then indeed that sleep is rest! Slumber styl) on passion dreaming— Slumber on, though not with sighs— Slumber on, though tears be streaming, Like the spray, from thy dark eyes! For I’ll hush the loud reveil, 2 , O’er the castle turrets ringing; Nor shall it arise ‘to tell " When the birds are blythely singing ' . It was thus, that, by the aid of a great deal of dancing, plenty of chattering, and a little singing, the time passed quickly away; and as the clock of Christ's church struck one, and the. old watchman proclaimed the same in the street, a whisper was industriously circulated that supper was ready. As Mr. Muggins’s rooms were not very large, the rumor soon spread all over them; and the company hastened to the apartments below, where they found a magnificent dis-, play of all kinds of luxuries, minus a few small articles which Mr. Muggins had missed, and which Mary had prudently put aside for herself. It only remains for us to observe that after supper the dancing was continued with re newed spirit, and kept up till a late hour— that Mr. Muggins gave a great many toasts relative to the success of the Universal Stone- Expelling and Asphalte-Substituting Equit- able Company—that Captain Walsingham was felicitated by all the gentlemen present upon his approaching marriage with Miss Aramintha Muggins—and that the harmony of the evening was only interrupted by the discordant piano, then by Captain Walsing- ham’s fall, and, lastly, by the fact of Mr. Muggins ¢'covering his domestic, Mary, ex- cessively drunk upon the rug before the kitchen-fire, when he summoned her to assist COMICMOOKS. COI