oney; as
it was, he was such a confunded ninny, that it took him a very short
time to part with it.

Nex day (it was Thursday, and master's acquaintance with Mr. Dawkins
had only commenced on Tuesday), Mr. Dawkins, as I said, gev his
party,--dinner at 7. Mr. Blewitt and the two Mr. D.'s as befoar. Play
begins at 11. This time I knew the bisness was pretty serious, for
we suvvants was packed off to bed at 2 o'clock. On Friday, I went to
chambers--no master--he kem in for 5 minutes at about 12, made a little
toilit, ordered more devvles and soda-water, and back again he went to
Mr. Dawkins's.

They had dinner there at 7 again, but nobody seamed to eat, for all the
vittles came out to us genlmn: they had in more wine though, and must
have drunk at least two dozen in the 36 hours.

At ten o'clock, however, on Friday night, back my master came to his
chambers. I saw him as I never saw him before, namly reglar drunk. He
staggered about the room, he danced, he hickipd, he swoar, he flung me
a heap of silver, and, finely, he sunk down exosted on his bed; I pullin
off his boots and close, and making him comfrabble.

When I had removed his garmints, I did what it's the duty of every
servant to do--I emtied his pockits, and looked at his pockit-book and
all his letters: a number of axdents have been prevented that way.

I found there, among a heap of things, the following pretty dockyment--

I. O. U.
L 4700.
THOMAS SMITH DAWKINS.
Friday, 16th January.

There was another bit of paper of the same kind--"I. 0. U. four hundred
pounds: Richard Blewitt:" but this, in corse, ment nothink.

. . . . . .

Nex mornin, at nine, master was up, and as sober as a judg. He drest,
and was off to Mr. Dawkins. At ten, he ordered a cab, and the two
gentlmn went together.

"Where shall he drive, sir?" says I.

"Oh, tell him to drive to THE BANK."

Pore Dawkins! his eyes red with remors and sleepliss drunkenniss, gave a
shudder and a sob, as he sunk back in the wehicle; and they drove on.

That day he sold out every hapny he was worth, xcept five hundred
pounds.

. . . . . .

Abowt 12 master had returned, and Mr. Dick Blewitt came stridin up the
stairs with a sollum and important hair.

"Is your master at home?" says he.

"Yes, sir," says I; and in he walks. I, in coars, with my ear to the
keyhole, listning with all my mite.

"Well," says