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* @ 4 # 178 * are conyeniently covered with matting the height of about four feet; .and immense fire is invariably mainte 1e¢ the grate, in summer or winter, the scope of the kitchen below being somewhat cir- cumscribed, inasmuch as only one person ~ can stand in it at a time. The moment Captain Walsingham and his friend entered this luxetious abode, a waiter, who, having been engaged all the morning in washing the glasses, had not found time to do the same by his own face, darted from an obscure recess , exclaiming with Horsemonger-lane ease and N ewgate press-1 yard familiarity, “Gin, brandy, rum, or ale?” — et ‘oN eit hen answ ered Captain Walsingham. “Whisky and cigars.” The order was executed as soon as the “From th had found leisure to fetch the liquor rom e bar, and stop in the passage where hele was a pump, to dilute it with cold water to increase the apparent quantity of the spirit ; after which achievements he filled up the tumblers from the mighty cauldron simmering on the fire. In the meantime, Captain. Walsingham had spoken | ° to, and Master Mugeins had timidly scruti- |. nized, the inmates of the room. One old gentleman, who had no nap to. his coat, was taking one in the corner ; and a tall, good-looking man, whom the ‘others called “ The Poet, . (probably rom. the seediness of his appearance) was seated next to him, smoking a “flat” and a cigar at thesame time. The “flat” was a young gentleman, with, an affected voice, long curling hair, blue eyes, a lying tongue, and | patent leather boots; and as he sipped his iquor, he drank in at the same time the “blarney” of the Poet with as great a relish as he bestowed upon the brandy-and-water. Five or six other gentlemen, who, if they had not been smoking and drinking at the “Sutherland Arms, would most likely have been exercising themselves in sweeping a ‘crossing, completed the party to which Cap- tain Walsingham, like a discreet guardian, had introduced the youth entra. to his care. “Have you been to Calais: lately! ” de- manded Captain Walsingham of the Poet. “No—I have not,” was the reply: “ press- ing business has kept me here in England for the last seven or eight months.” This was perfectly true ; as the Poet had jut passed that period i in Whitecross Street Prison. 4’ PICKWICK ‘ABROAD. | ‘But time is precious: Mine Stub wt. o—® veal e* ng . “Bones had ——— us a song Vitor “ an.|, you came in,” continued the Poet: “ I hope he will not disappoint us.” “Certainly not,” cried Mr. Borek-an individual who lived upon his wits, and drank seventeen glasses of whisky before dinner every day. “So here goes;” and without further preluae, he regaled the company in the following manner, ‘his voice finding an agreeable accompauiment in the singing of the large tea-kettle on the fire, ] SONG. From her warm Gouch at break of day does Mrs. Dilkins rise, To see that Mary picks the plums, and Jane begins the pies; The daughters have already thought of dressing and hair- curling, For uncle Joe, who comes to dine, is worth ten thousand sterlin g. The fashionable milliner, Miss Tippet, comes at nine At ten, " good Mr, Dilkins goes to fetch up all the wine : Lastwiggle, the shoemaker’s man, has promised for A eleve n— AP i. dress, | Letitia’s lost her nd Mr. Gunter comes at twelve, then goes away till seven! tt, a 1 At ale the ladies ha aah f\ pearls— te} % A trifle that tc Mary’s grief—for she can’t find her curls ; Sophia’s gewr is much toc long —the flounce is quite outrageous: ‘“'T'o wear a sash like this,’’ says Jane, ‘fone must be more courageous.” 3 O§ and Mr. Simmons ! ily are never very late: Sir Wiggan Browne—Ma Sa — Mr. Samuel Wilkins, aig " Were never mat aia od dined at the pa tig “How are you, ‘Dilkins? 2s “Thank’ee, Stubbs, why tolerably well.”’— “What was the pi eof stock to- day ¢ 2—§§ What, Spanish ?°—"' Yes.’—*" It fell ‘Do you know any ing’ about nh Steam-hair- cutting Company ??*— ‘‘Oh! yes—they asked me for some cash ; but hang me if I stump any.’’» Re. ot cis oA hk a Dinner’s served up, and Uncl sixty- -nine) Insists on helping Mrs. D. to ea chine: es Mrs. Dilkins looks' ashast—to hesitate un- abie— — And in'the course of hall n beuie the chine rolla from the tabie. mys é% Dessert sgitars cactitlh ni one glass of Port the ladies take, And then (exiled by barb’rous law) the wii ae forsake ; 0)(0)©) a C(O) KS (C om