d in doing honour to the feast, for in peaceful proximity to
the onion of Spain, stood the roll of France, the sausage of Germany, a
flask of Lucca's luscious oil, and a few of the world-renowned sprouts
of Brussels. After the cloth--and the crumbs--had been removed, the
Chairman proposed the health of MR. STENTOR, who had made the voice of
the drama heard in the midst of the hoots of a threepenny gallery, and
who had fought more combats, assisted more defenceless females, unmasked
more villains, and danced more hornpipes than any man in Europe.

When the applause had subsided, MR. STENTOR rose and modestly alluded to
his own proud position. He expressed the highest reverence for his art,
and declared that he felt almost awe-stricken when he trod the same
boards that had been indented by the honoured heels of HICKS, and looked
upon the same sky-borders that had been shaken by the screams of
CARTLITCH. He, MR. STENTOR, had had the honour of acting in the same
company with those great men, and he must say that he felt his bosom
swell when he remembered that the great CROWTHER had hung upon it when,
as the tortured _Khan_, he lamented his "lost child;" and when he, MR.
STENTOR, remembered that that "child" was no other than the illustrious
HICKS, he, MR. STENTOR, felt that he had indeed, in the words of the
immortal AMHERST (J. H.), been "in goodly company." He, MR. STENTOR,
would not hope to equal these great men, nor would he ask that the
mantle of any of them should fall upon him; but if either of them should
have an old coat to spare, he did humbly ask that he might be allowed to
aspire to wear it.

MR. STENTOR'S speech was received with the most enthusiastic clatter of
pint pots, which lasted for several minutes.

The Chairman then pronounced a most impressive eulogium on WIDDICOMB,
which was received in solemn silence.

This was responded to by a SHAKSPERIAN jester and clown to the ring, the
friend and adviser of WIDDICOMB, who, among other advice, advised him to
sit still and say nothing.

The Chairman, in the course of the evening, observed that "the drama
could never be in a decline while it had the support of such lungs as
those of his friend STENTOR."

After the health of MR. BIDDLES, of the Bower Saloon, who acknowledged
the compliment with a neat nod, the party broke up at a late hour.

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FURTHER PARTICULARS.

"A Medical Breakfast has come to be almost a pa