a great deal of deceit in the world, Sir," replied the active
clipper.--"A little Circassian cream, Sir--acknowledged to be the best
article ever produced for the preservation and restoration of hair."

"Certainly," said Sparkle.

~~432~~~ In this way our friends obtained a portion of amusement, and
a Corinthian clip from the intelligent and communicative Mr. Money, of
Fleet Street notoriety, in return for which he touched their coin.

"Now," said Dashall, "we will make the best of our way and just call,
by way of taking a lunch, among the lads of Newgate Market. There is
a house where I have been before, in which we can have some very
fine home-brewed ale, &c; and besides, according to the landlord's
advertisements, he has opened an academy, and gives instruction in
the art of brewing. The College of Physicians is just opposite, and I
suppose this wag of a landlord has taken the hint, and opposed his beer
to their physic--perhaps you may wish to carry his valuable receipt into
the country with you?"

"I have no inclination to turn brewer," replied Sparkle, "but I
must confess I like the idea of a little genuine beer--free from the
poisonous ingredients of the public brewer."

"And so do I," continued Tallyho. "Come along, then," said Tom, "the
Bell in Warwick Lane is the shop, where you may be served to a shaving."
In passing along Warwick Lane, Bob observed he thought his friend was
leading him through a not very agreeable neighbourhood.

"This place is filled with slaughter-houses, and is to be sure a great
nuisance to the City; yet such places are necessary, therefore bear up
a few minutes, and you will have comfortable house-room and agreeable
refreshment." Entering the Bell, they were met by the landlord of the
house, a round-faced, good-natured, real John-Bull-looking man,
who knowing his customer Dashall, immediately ushered them into the
coffee-room, where being supplied with stout and mutton-chops in high
perfection, they enjoyed themselves with their regale. This done, they
had an opportunity of looking about them.

In one corner sat two or three tip-top salesmen of the market,
conversing on the price of meat, while they were devouring a succession
of rump-steaks with most voracious and insatiable appetites. In another
was a hungry author, bargaining with a bookseller of Paternoster Row,
for the sale of a manuscript, by which he expected to realise a dinner.
While near them was an undertaker and a mas