at
subject,--saying that people on the same stairkis ot to be frenly; how
glad he'd be, for his part, to know Mr. Dick Blewitt, and ANY FRIEND OF
HIS, and so on. Mr. Dick, howsever, seamed quite aware of the trap
laid for him. "I really don't know this Dawkins," says he: "he's a
chismonger's son, I hear; and tho I've exchanged visits with him, I
doan't intend to continyou the acquaintance,--not wishin to assoshate
with that kind of pipple." So they went on, master fishin, and Mr.
Blewitt not wishin to take the hook at no price.

"Confound the vulgar thief!" muttard my master, as he was laying on his
sophy, after being so very ill; "I've poisoned myself with his infernal
tobacco, and he has foiled me. The cursed swindling boor! he thinks
he'll ruin this poor Cheese-monger, does he? I'll step in, and WARN
him."

I thought I should bust a-laffin, when he talked in this style. I knew
very well what his "warning" meant,--lockin the stable-door but stealin
the hoss fust.

Next day, his strattygam for becoming acquainted with Mr. Dawkins we
exicuted; and very pritty it was.

Besides potry and the flute, Mr. Dawkins, I must tell you, had some
other parshallities--wiz., he was very fond of good eatin and drinkin.
After doddling over his music and boox all day, this young genlmn used
to sally out of evenings, dine sumptiously at a tavern, drinkin all
sorts of wine along with his friend Mr. Blewitt. He was a quiet young
fellow enough at fust; but it was Mr. B. who (for his own porpuses, no
doubt,) had got him into this kind of life. Well, I needn't say that he
who eats a fine dinner, and drinks too much overnight, wants a bottle
of soda-water, and a gril, praps, in the morning. Such was Mr. Dawkinses
case; and reglar almost as twelve o'clock came, the waiter from "Dix
Coffy-House" was to be seen on our stairkis, bringing up Mr. D.'s hot
breakfast.

No man would have thought there was anythink in such a trifling
cirkumstance; master did, though, and pounced upon it like a cock on a
barlycorn.

He sent me out to Mr. Morell's in Pickledilly, for wot's called a
Strasbug-pie--in French, a "patty defau graw." He takes a card, and
nails it on the outside case (patty defaw graws come generally in a
round wooden box, like a drumb); and what do you think he writes on it?
why, as follos:--"For the Honorable Algernon Percy Deuceace, &c. &c. &c.
With Prince Talleyrand's compliments."

Prince Tallyram's complimints, indeed! I laff whe