was pound pints, and five pound the bet. I thought, to be sure,
after hearing the complymints between Blewitt and master in the
morning, that now poor 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 shon till they made my eyes wink.

So did pore Dawkinses, as he put out his hand, all trembling, and
drew them in.

"Let me say," added master, "let me say (and I've had some little