B, and 'Arrygate fust set
_me_ up.
Wot saved the old dog, brother ROBERT, may probably suit the young
pup.

"Carn't _afford_ it? O'course yer carn't, JENNY; but--thanks be to
'orse-flesh--_I_ can--"
Well, he tipped us a fifty-quid crisp 'un--and ROOSE sent me 'ere;
he's _my_ Man!
Three weeks' "treatment"! Well, threes into fifty means cutting a
bit of a dash;
Good grub, nobby togs, local doctor, baths, waters, and everythink
flash.

"'Appy 'ARRY!" sez you. But way-oh, CHARLIE! 'Arrygate isn't all
jam.
_Me_ jolly? Well, mate, if you arsk me, I carn't 'ardly say as I
ham.
To spread myself out with the toppers is proper, no doubt, bonny
boy;
But--I wish it wos Brighton, or Margit, or somewheres a chap could
_enjoy_.

Oh, them "Waters," old man!!! S'elp me never! yer don't kow wot
nastyness _is_
Till you've tried "Sulphur 'ot and strong," fasting. The Kissing
Gin, taken a-fizz,
Isn't _wus_ than ditch-water and sherbet; but Sulphur!!! It's
eased my game leg;
But I go with my heart in my mouth, and I feel like a blooming bad
hegg.

B-r-r-r-r! Beastliness isn't the word, CHARLIE. Language seems out
of it, slap.
When I took my fust twelve ounces 'ot, from a gal with a snowy
white cap,
And cheeks like a blush-rose for bloominess--well, I'm a gent,
but, yah-hah!
I jest did a guy at the double, without even nodding ta-ta!

Where the Primrose Path leads to, my pippin, I'm cocksure can't
'ave a _wus_ smell.
Like bad eggs, salt, and tenpenny nails biled in bilge water.
Eugh! Old Pump Well?
Wy then let well alone, is my motter, or leastways, it would be,
I'm sure,
But for BLACK--local doctor, a stunner!--who's got me in 'and for
a cure.

I'm not nuts on baths took _too_ reglar; but 'Arrygate baths ain't
'arf bad,
When you git a bit used to 'em, CHARLIE. I squirmed, though fust
off, dear old lad!
They so soused, and so slapped, and so squirted me. Messing a
feller about
Don't come nicer for calling it _massage_. But there, it's O.K.
I've no doubt.

They squat you upon a low shelf, with a sort of a water-can "rose"
At the nape of yer neck, while a feller in front squirts yer down
with a 'ose.
He slaps y