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100 REYNOLDS’ WORKS nobody set of chaps, and at this present speaking I’ve got three cousins and two uncles which is parish clerks them- selves. You should just see how fond the Archbishop of Westminster is of my cousin Tom.”’ “Dear me,” ejaculated Mr. Carnabie, ‘‘ I was not aware that there was an Archbishop of Westminster.” “To be sure,’”’ ejaculated the Burker; “he lives just t’other side of the bridge, —a beautiful palace, with the Noted Stout House on one side and the famous sassage shop on t’other. I'll see if I can’t get my cousin Paul — Tom I mean — to introduce you to his lordship.”’ Mr. Carnabie was quite confounded at the idea of such an honour, and when he had somewhat recovered from its effects, he expressed his acknowledgments in suitable terms. “Oh, I can introduce you to a many fine folks,” con- tinued the Burker. ‘‘ There’s the chief judge at the Old Bailey, and two or three of the magistrates, which knows me uncommon well. How long, sir, do you think of staying in London? ”’ “Tt all depends on circumstances,’’ replied the sexton. “T am not entirely my own master. But excuse me, sir, for not being more confidential on the business that has brought me up to town; it’s quite of a private na- ture —”’ ‘‘ Pray don’t make any apology, sir,” interrupted Barney. “ You’re quite right to keep your own counsel. What did you say your name was, sir? ”’ ‘““My name is Jonathan Carnabie, at your service, sir,”’ responded the old sexton. ‘And mine, sir, is Mr. John Smith,” rejoined the Burker. “T don’t happen to have a bit of pasteboard about me at the moment, but I shall be wery happy to see you to dine with me to-morrow at my house, Number 347, Grosvenor Square. No ceremony, you know. Just a bit of fish, a plain jint, a tart, and summut of that sort, with maybe a bottle of wine or so.”’ Again was Mr. Carnabie confounded by the honours and favours thus showered upon him, and again were his ac- knowledgments duly expressed. He and his companion walked on together, until at length they reached the com- mencement of the street in which Mr. and Mrs. Chubb ECORNICLIOO KS (E(0)