declare I could have found it in my heart to warn young Dawkins of
the precious way in which these chaps were going to serve him. But
if THEY didn't know what honor was, I did; and never, never did I
tell tails about my masters when in their 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 lobstir sos; saddil of Scoch muttn, grous, and
M'Arony; wines, shampang, hock, maderia, 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, as
to be obleeged to take sefral of Mr. D's. pils, which 1/2 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
between the 3, the genlm sat down to ecarty. It's a game where
only 2 plays, and where, in coarse, when there's only 3, one looks
on.

Fust, they playd crown pints, and a pound the bett. At this game
they were wonderful equill; and about supper-time (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 3L. l0s. After
the devvle and the shampang the play was a little higher. Now it