chbishop of Cantabery is not turned Quaker,
as some people stated. Quakers may not marry, nor sit in the Chamber of
Peers. The minor bishops have seats in the House of Commons, where they
are attacked by the bitter pleasantries of Lord Brougham. A boxer is
in the house; he taught Palmerston the science of the pugilate, who
conferred upon him the seat," &c. &c.

His writing hover, Jools came down and ad a gaym at pool with two Poles,
a Bulgian, and 2 of his own countrymen. This being done amidst more
hafanaf, without which nothink is done in England, and as there was no
French play that night, he & the two French gents walked round and round
Lester Squarr smoking segaws in the faces of other French gents who
were smoaking 2. And they talked about the granjer of France and the
perfidgusness of England, and looked at the aluminated pictur of Madame
Wharton as Haryadney till bedtime. But befor he slep, he finished
his letter you may be sure, and called it his "Fust Imprestiuns of
Anglyterre."

"Mind and wake me early," he said to Boots, the ony Brittish subject in
the "Hotel de l'Ail," and who therefore didn't understand him. "I wish
to be at Smithfield at 6 hours to see THE MEN SELL THEIR WIVES." And the
young roag fell asleep, thinking what sort of a one he'd buy.

This was the way Jools passed his days, and got infamation about
Hengland and the Henglish--walking round and round Lester Squarr all
day, and every day with the same company, occasionally dewussified by an
Oprer Chorus-singer or a Jew or two, and every afternoon in the Quadrant
admiring the genteal sosiaty there. Munseer Jools was not over well
funnisht with pocket-money, and so his pleasure was of the gratis sort
cheafly.

Well, one day as he and a friend was taking their turn among the
aristoxy under the Quadrant--they were struck all of a heap by
seeing--But, stop! who WAS Jools's friend? Here you have pictures of
both--but the Istory of Jools's friend must be kep for another innings.

II.

Not fur from that knowble and cheerflie Squear which Munseer Jools de
Chacabac had selacted for his eboad in London--not fur, I say, from
Lester Squarr, is a rainje of bildings called Pipping's Buildings,
leading to Blue Lion Court, leading to St. Martin's Lane. You know
Pipping's Buildings by its greatest ornament, an am and beefouce (where
Jools has often stood admiring the degstaraty of the carver a-cuttin
the varous jints), and by the little fishmungur's,