nd Sparkle enter, booted and spurred.

"Just the thing! (said Sparkle,) I had some suspicion of finding you
here. Are you buyers? Does your Cousin want a horse, an ass, or a
filly?"

Tom smiled; "Always upon the ramble, eh, Sparkle. Why ask such
questions? You know we are well horsed; but I suppose if the truth was
known, you are _prad_ sellers; if so, shew your article, and name your
price."

"Apropos," said Sparkle; "Here is a friend of mine, to whom I must
introduce you, so say no more about articles and prices--I have an
article in view above all price--excuse me." And with this he made his
way among the tribe of Jockeys, Sharpers, and Blacklegs, and in a minute
returned, bringing with him a well-dressed young man, whose manners and
appearance indicated the Gentleman, and whose company was considered by
Tom and his Cousin as a valuable acquisition.

"Mr. Richard Mortimer," said Sparkle, as he introduced his friend--"the
Hon. Mr. Dashall, and Mr. Robert Tallyho."

After the mutual interchanges of politeness which naturally succeeded
this introduction--"Come," said Sparkle, "we are horsed, and our nags
waiting--we are for a ride, which way do you bend your course?"

"A lucky meeting," replied Tom; "for we are upon the same scent; I
expect my curricle at Hyde-Park Corner in ten minutes, and have no
particular line of destination."

"Good," said Sparkle; "then we may hope to have your company; and how
disposed for the evening?"

"Even as chance may direct."

"Good, again--all right--then as you are neither buyers nor sellers,
let us employ the remaining ten minutes in looking around us--there
is nothing to attract here--Epsom Races are all the talk, and all of
business that is doing--come along, let us walk through the Park--let
the horses meet us at Kensington Gate, and then for a twist among the
briers and brambles."

This was readily agreed to: orders were given to the servants, and the
party proceeded towards the Park.~175~~

CHAPTER XIII

What is Bon Ton? Oh d---- me (cries a Buck,
Half drunk, ) ask me, my dear, and you're in luck:
Bon Ton's to swear, break windows, beat the Watch,
Pick up a wench, drink healths, and roar a catch.
Keep it up, keep it up! d---- me, take your swing--
Bon Ton is Life, my boy! Bon Ton's the thing!
"Ah, I loves Life and all the joys it yields--
(Says Madam Fussock. warm from Spitalfields; )
Bon Ton's the space 'twi