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Antony's face would be like gilding “For my part,” said Antony Harrefined gold.

rison, “I take this dram because I Whether cheese is prohibited or ate pork, and fear it might disagree not in the higher circles of the West with me.” End, I cannot tell; but I know it was “I take it,” said Bob Burke, not prohibited in the very highest “ chiefly by reason of the fish.” chambers of the Temple.

“I take it,” said Joe Macgillicud. " It's double Gloucester," said Jack dy, “because the day was warm, and Ginger ; " prime, bought at the cor- it is very close in these chambers.” ner--Heaven pay the cheesemonger, “I take it," said Tom Meggot, for I shan't-but, as he is a gentle. “ because I have been very chilly man, I give you his health.”

all the day.” “I don't think,” said Joe Macgilli. “I take it,” said Humpy Harlow, cuddy,“ that I ought to demean my. “because it is such strange weather self to drink the health of a cheese. that one does not know what to do." monger; but I'll not stop the bottle.” “I take it,” said Jack Ginger,

And, to do Joe justice, he did not. “because the rest of the company Then we attacked the cheese, and in takes it.” an incredibly short period we bat- “And I take it,” said I, winding tered in a breach of an angle of 45 up the conversation, “because I like degrees, in a manner that would have a dram.” done honour to any engineer that So we all took it for one reason directed the guns at San Sebastian. or another-and there was an end The cheese, which on its first entry of that. on the table presented the appear. “Be off, Jerry Gallagher," said ance of a plain circle, was soon made Jack-“I give to you, your heirs and to exhibit a very different shape, as assigns, all that and those which remay be understood by the subjoined mains in the pots of half-and-halfdiagram:

item for your own dinners what is left of the solids—and when you

have pared the bones clean, you AB

may give them to the poor. Charity covers a multitude of sins. Brush away like a shoeblack-and levant."

“Wby, thin, God bless your honour,” said Jerry Gallagher, “it's a small liggacy he would have that

would dippind for his daily bread [A, original cheese ; EBD, cheese for what is left behind any of ye in after five minutes standing on the the way of the drink-and this bless. table; EBC, angle of 45°.]

ed hour there's not as much as would With cheese came, and with cheese blind the left eye of a midge in one went, celery. It is unnecessary to of them pots-and may it do you all repeat what a number of puns were good, if it a'n't the blessing of heamade on that most pun-provoking of ven to see you eating. By my sowl, plants.

he that has to pick a bone after you, “ Clear the decks,” said Jack Gin- won't be much troubled with the ger to Jerry Gallagher. “Gentle mate. Howsomever"men, I did not think of getting pas- No more prate,” said Jack Gintry, or puddings, or dessert, or ices, ger. “Here's twopence for you to or jellies, or blancmange, or any buy some beer-but, no," he conthing of the sort, for men of sense tinued, drawing his empty hand from like you.”

that breeches.pocket into which he We all unanimously expressed our had most needlessly put it—"no,” indignation at being supposed even said he, “Jerry-get it on credit for a moment guilty of any such wherever you can, and bid them weakness, but a general suspicion score it to me." seemed to arise among us that a dram “If they will ”-said Jerry. might not be rejected with the same "Shut the door,” said Jack Ginmarked scorn. Jack Ginger accord- ger, in a peremptory tone, and Jerry ingly uncorked one of Bob Burke's retreated. bottles. Whop! went the cork, and “That Jerry,” said Jack, “is an the potteen soon was seen meander- uncommonly honest fellow, only he ing round the table.

is the damnedest rogue in London.

But all this is wasting time—and get rid of this wine as fast as we can. time is life. Dinner is over, and the Mr Vice, look to your bottles." business of the evening is about to And on this, Jack Ginger gave a begin. So, bumpers, gentlemen, and bumper toast.

Chap. III. HOW WE CONVERSED AT JACK Ginger's. This being done, every man pulled agricultural interest. We gave it as in his chair close to the table, and our opinion that Don Miguel should prepared for serious action. It was be King of Portugal--and that Don plain, that we all, like Nelson's sail. Carlos, if he had the pluck of the ors at Trafalgar, felt called upon to most nameless of insects, could as. do our duty. The wine circulated cend the throne of Spain. We pitch. with considerable rapidity; and ed Louis Philippe to that place which there was no flinching on the part is never mentioned to ears polite, of any individual of the company. and drank the health of the Duchess It was quite needless for our presi. of Berri. Opinions differed somedent to remind us of the necessity what about the Emperor of Russia of bumpers, or the impropriety of some thinking that he was too bard leaving heel-taps. We were all too on the Poles-others gently blaming well trained to require the admoni- him for not squeezing them much tion, or to fall into the error. On tighter. Antony Harrison, who had the other hand, the chance of any seen the Grand Duke Constantine, man obtaining more than his share when he was campaigning, spoke in the round was infinitesimally with tears in his eyes of that illussmall. The Sergeant himself, ce. trious prince-declaring bim, with an lebrated as he is, could not have oath, to have been a d-d good fel. succeeded in obtaining a glass more low. As for Leopold, we unanimous. than his neighbours. Just to our ly voted him to be a scurvy hound; friends, we were also just to our and Joe Macgillicuddy was pleased selves; and a more rigid circle of phi. to say something complimentary of losophers never surrounded a board. the Prince of Orange, which would

The wine was really good, and its have, no doubt, much gratified his merits did not appear the less stri. Royal Highness, if it had been comking from the fact that we were not municated to him, but I fear it ne. habitually wine-bibbers, our de ver reached his ears. votion generally being paid to fluids Turning to domestic policy-we more potent or more heavy than the gave it to the Whigs in high style. juice of the grape, and it soon If Lord Grey had been within hearexcited our powers of conversation. ing, he must have instantly resigned Heavens ! what a flow of soul ! -he never could have resisted the More good things were said in Jack thunders of our eloquence. All the Ginger's chambers that evening, than hundred and one Greys would have in the Houses of Lords and Com- been forgotten-he must bave sunk mons in a month. We talked of before us. Had Brougham been every thing - politics, literature, there, he would have been converted the fine arts, drama, high life, low to Toryism long before he could life, the opera, the cockpit-every have got to the state of tipsyfication thing from the heavens above to the in which he sometimes addresses the hells in St James's Street. There House of Lords. There was not a was not an article in a morning, topic left undiscussed. With one evening, or weekly paper for the hand we arranged Ireland-with anweek before, which we did not re- other put the Colonies in order. Ca. peat. It was clear that our know. tholic Emancipation was severely ledge of things in general was drawn condemned, and Bob Burke gave the in a vast degree from these recondite glorious, pious, and immortal me. sources. In politics we were har mory. The vote of £20,000,000 to the monious-we were Tories to a man, greasy blacks was much reprobated, and defied the Radicals of all classes, and the opening of the China trade ranks, and conditions. We deplored declared a humbug. We spoke, in the ruin of our country, and breath. fact, articles that would have made ed a sigh over the depression of the the fortunes of half a hundred maga. zines, if the editors of those works flint thief would not stand more than would have had the perspicacity to the half, for which he merits the most insert them and tbis we did with infinite certainty of non-payment.” such ease to ourselves, that we never (You may depend upon it that Harfor a moment stopped the circulation rison was as good as his word, and of the bottle, which kept running on treated the man of bottles according its round rejoicing, while we settled to his deserts.) the affairs of the nation.

The port was gathered to its faThen Antony Harrison told us all thers, and potteen reigned in its stead. his campaigns in the Peninsula, and A most interesting discussion took that capital story how he bilked the place as to what was to be done with tavernkeeper in Portsmouth. Jack it. No doubt, indeed, existed as to Ginger entertained us with an ac- its final destination; but various opi. count of his transactions in the Bra. nions were broached as to the manzils; and as Jack's imagination far ner in which it was to make its way outruns his attention to matters of to its appointed end. Some wished fact, we had them considerably im. that every man should make for himproved. Bob Burke gave us all the self; but that Jack Ginger strenuparticulars of his duel with Ensign ously opposed, because he said it Brady of the 48th, and how be hit would render the drinking unsteady. him on the waistcoat pocket, which, The company divided into two parfortunately for the Ensigo, contained ties on the great questions of bowl a five-shilling piece, (how he got it or jug. The Irishmen maintained was never accounted for,) which sa- the cause of the latter. Tom Megved him from grim death. From Joe got, who had been reared in GlasMacgillicuddy we heard multifarious gow, and Jack Ginger, who did not narrations of steeple-chases in Tip- forget his sailor propensities, were perary, and of his hunting with the in favour of the former. Much eruBlazers in Galway, Tom Meggot dition was displayed on both sides, ex patiated on his college adventures and I believe I may safely say, that in Edinburgh, which he maintained every topic that either learning or to be a far superior city to London, experience could suggest, was exand repeated sundry witty savings of hausted. At length we called for a the advocates in the Parliament division, when there appearedHouse, who seem to be gentlemen of For the jug, For the boul, great facetiousness. As for me, I Bob Burke Jack Ginger emptied out all Joe Miller on the Joe Macgillicuddy Humpy Harlow company; and if old Joe could have Antony Harrison Tom Meggot. burst his cerements in the neigh Myself. bouring churchyard of St Clement Majority 1, in favour of the jug. Danes, he would have been infinitely I was principally moved to vote as delighted with the reception which I did, 'because I deferred to the the contents of his agreeable miscel. Irishmen, as persons who were best lany met with. To tell the truth, my“ acquainted with the nature of potjokes were not more known to my teen; and Antony Harrison was on the companions than their stories were same side from former recollections to me. Harrison's campaigns, Gin- of his quarterings in Ireland. Humger's cruises, Burke's duel, Macgilli. py Harlow said, that he made it cuddy's steeple-chases, and Tom a point always to side with the man Meggot's rows in the High Street, of the house. bad been told over and over-90 of. “It is settled,” said Jack Ginger, ten indeed, that the several relators "and, as we said of Parliamentary Rebegin to believe that there is some form, though we opposed it, it is now foundation in fact for the wonders law, and must be obeyed. I'll clear which they are continually repeate away these marines, and do you, Bob ing.

Burke, make the punch. I think * I perceive this is the last bottle you will find the lemons good-the of port,” said Jack Ginger; “ so I sugar superb--and the water of the suppose that there cannot be any Temple has been famous for centubarm in drinking bad luck to Antony Harrison's wine-merchant, who did “And I'll back the potteen against not make it the dozen.”

any that ever came from the Island “ Yes," said Harrison, “ the skin of Saints,” said Bob, proceeding to

his duty, which all who have the ho. he sang the pathetic ballad of Hugnour of his acquaintance will admit ger-mo-fane. him to be well qualified to perform. "I wish I had a red herring's tail,” &c. He made it in a couple of big blue water-jugs, observing that making It was an agreeable picture of conpunch in small jugs was nearly as tinued use and ornament, and regreat a bother as ladling from a minded us strongly of the Abyssi. bowl--and as he tossed the steamy nian maid of the Platonic poetry of fluid from jug to jug to mix it kindly, Coleridge.

CHAP. IV. HOW HUMPY HARLOW BROKE SILENCE AT JACK GINGER's. The punch being made, and the the fourth bottle of potteen was conjug revolving, the conversation con- verting into punch, that he had a tinued as before. But it may have desire to speak. We had been for been observed that I have not taken some time busily employed in smoany notice of the share which one of king cigars, when, all on a sudden, a the party, Humpy Harlow, took in it. shrill and sharp voice was heard from The fact is, that he had been silent the midst of a cloud, exclaiming, in a for almost all the evening, being out high treble key, blazed and overborne by the bril- « Humphries told me"liancy of the conversation of his com- We all puffed our Havannahs with panions. We were all acknowledged the utmost silence, as if we were so wits in our respective lines, whereas many Sachems at a palaver, listening he had not been endowed with the to the narration which issued from same talents. How he came among the misty tabernacle in which Humus I forget; nor did any of us know py Harlow was enveloped. He unwell who or what he was. Some folded a tale of wondrous length, maintained he was a drysalter in the which we never interrupted. No City; others surmised that he might sound was heard save that of the be a pawnbroker at the West End. voice of Harlow, narrating the story Certain it is that he had some money, which had to him been confided by which perhaps might have recom- the unknown Humphries, or the mended him to us, for there was not gentle gliding of the jug, an occaa man in the company who had not sional tingle of a glass, and the soft occasionally borrowed from him a suspiration of the cigar. On moved sum, too trifling, in general, to permit the story in its length, breadth, and any of us to think of repaying it. He thickness, for Harlow gave it to us in was a broken-backed little fellow, as its full dimensions. He abated it not vain of his person as a peacock, and a jot. The firmness which we disaccordingly we always called him played was unequalled since the Humpy Harlow, with the spirit of battle of Waterloo. We sat with gentlemanlike candour which cha- determined countenances, exhaling racterised all our conversation. With smoke and inhaling punch, while a kind feeling towards him, we in the voice still rolled onward. At general permitted him to pay our last Harlow came to an end; and a bills for us whenever we dined to- Babel of conversation burst from gether at tavern or chop-house, lips in which it had been so long merely to gratify the little fellow's imprisoned. Harlow looked proud vanity, which I have already hinted of his feat, and obtained the thanks to be excessive.

of the company, grateful that he had He had this evening made many come to a conclusion. How we ineffectual attempts to shine, but was finished the potteen-converted my at last obliged to content himself with bottle of rum into a bowl, (for here opening bis mouth for the admission, Jack Ginger prevailed)-how Jerry not for the utterance, of good things. Gallagher, by superhuman exerHe was evidently unhappy, and a tions, succeeded in raising a couple rightly constituted mind could not of hundred of oysters for supper avoid pitying his condition. As jug, how the company separated, each to however, succeeded jug, he began to get to his domicile as he could-how recover his self-possession; and it I found, in the morning, my personal was clear, about eleven o'clock, when liberty outraged by the hands of that unconstitutional band of gens. -how I was introduced to the atd'-armes created for the direct pur- tention of a magistrate, and recordposes of tyranny, and held up to the ed in the diurnal page of the newsindignation of all England by the paper-all this must be left to other weekly eloquence of the Despatch historians to narrate.

CHAP. V. WHAT STORY IT WAS THAT HUMPY HARLOW TOLD AT JACK GINGER's. At three o'clock on the day after « The story begins with Huma the dinner, Antony Harrison and I phries told me,” said Bob. found ourselves eating bread and “And," proceeded Joe, “ for our cheese-part of the cheese-at Jack lives we cannot recollect wbatitwas." Ginger's. We recapitulated the “ Wonderful !” we all exclaimed. events of the preceding evening, and “How inscrutable are the movements expressed ourselves highly gratified of the human mind !” with the entertainment. Most of the And we proceeded to reflect on good things we had said were re- the frailty of our memories, moralvived, served up again, and laughed izing in a strain that would have at once more. We were perfectly done honour to Dr Johnson. satisfied with the parts which we « Perhaps," said I, “ Tom Meggot had respectively played, and talked may recollect it.” ourselves into excessive good hu. Idle hope! dispersed to the winds mour. All on a sudden, Jack Gin almost as soon as it was formed. ger's countenance clouded. He was For the words had scarcely passed evidently puzzled; and sat for a mo- « the bulwark of my teeth," when ment in thoughtful silence. We Tom appeared, looking excessively asked him, with Oriental simplicity bloodshot in the eye. On enquiry, of sense, “ Why art thou troubled?" it turned out that he, like the rest of and till a moment he answered us, remembered only the cabalistic

“What was the story which Humpy words which introduced the tale, but Harlow told us about eleven o'clock of the tale itself, nothing. last night, just as Bob Burke was Tom had been educated in Edin. teeming the last jug ?”

burgh, and was strongly attached to “ It began,” said I, “with · Hum- what he calls metapheesicks ; and, phries told me."

accordingly, after rubbing his fore“ It did,” said Antony Harrison, head, he exclaimedcutting a deep incision into the “ This is a psychological curiosity, cheese.

which deserves to be developed. I “I know it did," said Jack Ginger; happen to have half a sovereign about “ but what was it that Humphries me,” (an assertion, which, I may rehad told him? I cannot recollect it if mark, in passing, excited considerI was to be made Lord Chancellor.” able surprise in his audience,) “and

Antony Harrison and I mused in I'll ask Harlow to dine with me at silence, and racked our brains, but the Rainbow. I'll get the story out of to no purpose. On the tablet of our the humpy rascal--and no mistake." memories no trace had been en- We acquiesced in the propriety of graved, and the tale of Humphries, this proceeding; and Antony Harrias reported by Harlow, was as if it son, observing that he happened by were not, so far as we were concerned. chance to be disengaged, hooked

While we were in this perplexity, himself on Tom, who seemed to have Joe Macgillicuddy and Bob Burke a sort of national antipathy to such a entered the room.

ceremony, with a talent and alacrity “We have been just taking a hair that proved him to be a veteran warof the same dog," said Joe. It was rior, or what, in common parlance, a pleasant party we had last night is called an old soldier. Do you know what Bob and I have Tom succeeded in getting Harbeen talking of for the last half hour?” low to dinner, and Harrison suc

We professed our inability to con- ceeded in making him pay the bill, jecture.

to the great relief of Meggot's half" Why, then," continued Joe, “ it sovereign, and they parted at an was about the story that Harlow told early hour in the morning. The last night."

two Irishmen and myself were at

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