and
igsample through life), but not forgitting the small--No, my beayvior to
my granmother at Healing shows that. I bot her a new donkey cart (what
the French call a cart-blansh) and a handsome set of peggs for anging up
her linning, and treated Huncle Bill to a new shoot of close, which he
ordered in St. Jeames's Street, much to the estonishment of my Snyder
there, namely an olliffgreen velvyteen jackit and smalclose, and a
crimsn plush weskoat with glas-buttns. These pints of genarawsaty in
my disposishn I never should have eluded to, but to show that I am
naturally of a noble sort, and have that kind of galliant carridge which
is equel to either good or bad forting.

"What was the substns of my last chapter? In that everythink was
prepayred for my marridge--the consent of the parents of my Hangelina
was gaynd, the lovely gal herself was ready (as I thought) to be led to
Himing's halter--the trooso was hordered--the wedding dressis were being
phitted hon--a weddinkake weighing half a tunn was a gettn reddy by
Mesurs Gunter of Buckley Square; there was such an account for Shantilly
and Honiton laces as would have staggerd hennyboddy (I know they did the
Commissioner when I came hup for my Stiffikit), and has for Injar-shawls
I bawt a dozen sich fine ones as never was given away--no not by Hiss
Iness the Injan Prins Juggernaut Tygore. The juils (a pearl and dimind
shoot) were from the establishmint of Mysurs Storr and Mortimer. The
honey-moon I intended to pass in a continentle excussion, and was
in treaty for the ouse at Halberd-gate (hopsit Mr. Hudson's) as my
town-house. I waited to cumclude the putchis untle the Share-Markit
which was rayther deprest (oing I think not so much to the atax of
the misrable Times as to the prodidjus flams of the Morning Erald) was
restored to its elthy toan. I wasn't goin to part with scrip which was
20 primmium at 2 or 3: and bein confidnt that the Markit would rally,
had bought very largely for the two or three new accounts.

"This will explane to those unfortnight traydsmen to womb I gayv orders
for a large igstent ow it was that I couldn't pay their accounts. I am
the soal of onour--but no gent can pay when he has no money--it's not MY
fault if that old screw Lady Bareacres cabbidged three hundred yards
of lace, and kep back 4 of the biggest diminds and seven of the largist
Injar Shawls--it's not MY fault if the tradespeople didn git their goods
back, and that Lady B. declared the