GAZINE."

"FRESER!" says the Doctor. "O thunder and turf!"

"FWASER!" says Bullwig. "O--ah--hum--haw--yes--no--why,--that is
weally--no, weally, upon my weputation, I never before heard the name
of the pewiodical. By the by, Sir John, what wemarkable good clawet this
is; is it Lawose or Laff--?"

Laff, indeed! he cooden git beyond laff; and I'm blest if I could kip
it neither,--for hearing him pretend ignurnts, and being behind the
skreend, settlin somethink for the genlmn, I bust into such a raw of
laffing as never was igseeded.

"Hullo!" says Bullwig, turning red. "Have I said anything impwobable,
aw widiculous? for, weally, I never befaw wecollect to have heard in
society such a twemendous peal of cachinnation--that which the twagic
bard who fought at Mawathon has called an anewithmon gelasma."

"Why, be the holy piper," says Larder, "I think you are dthrawing a
little on your imagination. Not read Fraser! Don't believe him, my lord
duke; he reads every word of it, the rogue! The boys about that magazine
baste him as if he was a sack of oatmale. My reason for crying out, Sir
Jan, was because you mintioned Fraser at all. Bullwig has every
syllable of it be heart--from the pailitix down to the 'Yellowplush
Correspondence.'"

"Ha, ha!" says Bullwig, affecting to laff (you may be sure my ears
prickt up when I heard the name of the "Yellowplush Correspondence").
"Ha, ha! why, to tell truth, I HAVE wead the cowespondence to which you
allude: it's a gweat favowite at court. I was talking with Spwing Wice
and John Wussell about it the other day."

"Well, and what do you think of it?" says Sir John, looking mity
waggish--for he knew it was me who roat it.

"Why, weally and twuly, there's considewable cleverness about the
cweature; but it's low, disgustingly low: it violates pwabability, and
the orthogwaphy is so carefully inaccuwate, that it requires a positive
study to compwehend it."

"Yes, faith," says Larner; "the arthagraphy is detestible; it's as bad
for a man to write bad spillin as it is for 'em to speak wid a brrogue.
Iducation furst, and ganius afterwards. Your health, my lord, and good
luck to you."

"Yaw wemark," says Bullwig, "is vewy appwopwiate. You will wecollect,
Sir John, in Hewodotus (as for you, Doctor, you know more about Iwish
than about Gweek),--you will wecollect, without doubt, a stowy nawwated
by that cwedulous though fascinating chwonicler, of a certain kind of
sheep which is known only