that used to stand at
his gate?--an image, to which, it must be owned, Mr. Trunnion's person
bore no faint resemblance.

Mr. Hatchway, who was not quite so unpolished as the commodore, and had
certain notions that seemed to approach the ideas of common life, made
a less uncouth appearance; but then he was a wit, and though of a very
peculiar genius, partook largely of that disposition which is common to
all wits, who never enjoy themselves except when their talents meet with
those marks of distinction and veneration, which, in their own opinion,
they deserve.

These circumstances being premised, it is not to be wondered at, if this
triumvirate made no objections to the proposal, when some of the graver
personages of the company made a motion for adjourning into another
apartment, where they might enjoy their pipes and bottles, while
the young folks indulged themselves in the continuance of their
own favourite diversion. Thus rescued, as it were, from a state of
annihilation, the first use the two lads of the castle made of their
existence, was to ply the bridegroom so hard with bumpers, that in less
than an hour he made divers efforts to sing, and soon after was carried
to bed, deprived of all manner of sensation, to the utter disappointment
of the bridemen and maids, who, by this accident, were prevented from
throwing the stocking, and performing certain other ceremonies practised
on such occasions. As for the bride, she bore this misfortune with
great good humour, and indeed, on all occasions, behaved like a discreet
woman, perfectly well acquainted with the nature of her own situation.

CHAPTER V.

Mrs. Pickle assumes the Reins of Government in her own Family--Her
Sister-in-law undertakes an Enterprise of great Moment, but is for some
time diverted from her Purpose by a very interesting Consideration.

Whatever deference, not to say submission, she had paid to Mrs. Grizzle
before she nearly allied to her family, she no sooner became Mrs.
Pickle, than she thought it encumbent on her to act up to the dignity of
the character; and, the very day after the marriage, ventured to dispute
with her sister-in-law on the subject of her own pedigree, which she
affirmed to be more honourable in all respects than that of her husband;
observing that several younger brothers of her house had arrived at
the station of lord-mayor of London, which was the highest pitch of
greatness that any of Mr. Pickle's predecessors