sarvice--out, in cors, the hobligation
is no longer binding.

Well, the nex day there was a gran dinner at our chambers. White soop,
turbit, and lobster sos; saddil of Scoch muttn, grous, and M'Arony;
wines, shampang, hock, madeiria, a bottle of poart, and ever so many of
clarrit. The compny presint was three; wiz., the Honrabble A. P.
Deuceace, R. Blewitt, and Mr. Dawkins, Exquires. My i, how we genlmn
in the kitchin did enjy it! Mr. Blewittes man eat so much grous (when
it was brot out of the parlor), that I reely thought he would be sik;
Mr. Dawkinses genlmn (who was only abowt 13 years of age) grew so il
with M'Arony and plumb-puddn, so to be obleeged to take sefral of Mr.
D.'s pils, which one-half kild him. But this is all promiscuous: I
an't talkin of the survants now, but the masters.

Would you bleeve it? After dinner (and praps 8 bottles of wine betwin
the 3) the genlmn sat down to earty. It's a game where only 2 plays,
and where, in coarse, when there's ony 3, one looks on.

Fust, they playd crown pints, and a pound the bett. At this game they
were wonderful equill; and about suppertime (when grilled am, more
shampang, devld biskits, and other things, was brot in) the play stood
thus: Mr. Dawkins had won 2 pounds; Mr. Blewitt, 30 shillings; the
Honrabble Mr. Deuceace having lost L3.10s. After the dewle and the
shampang the play was a little higher. Now it was pound pints, and
five pound the bet. I thought, to be sure, after hearing the
complyments between Blewitt and master in the morning, that now pore
Dawkins's time was come.

Not so: Dawkins won always, Mr. B. betting on his play, and giving him
the very best of advice. At the end of the evening (which was abowt
five o'clock the nex morning) they stopt. Master was counting up the
skore on a card.

"Blewitt," says he, "I've been unlucky. I owe you--let me see--yes,
five-and-forty pounds?"

"Five-and-forty," says Blewitt, "and no mistake!"

"I will give you a cheque," says the honrabble genlmn.

"Oh! don't mention it, my dear sir!" But master got a grate sheet of
paper, and drew him a check on Messeers. Pump, Algit, and Co., his
bankers.

"Now," says master, "I've got to settle with you, my dear Mr. Dawkins.
If you had backd your luck, I should have owed you a very handsome sum
of money. Voyons: thirteen points, at a pound--it is easy to
calculate;" and, drawin out his puss, he clinked over the table 13
goolden suverings, which sh