and me on mine,--for my place in this foring town was a complete
shinycure), and putting our tally-scoops again in our eyes, we
egsamined a little more the otion, pebbils, dead cats, and so on;
and this lasted till dinner, and dinner till bedtime, and bedtime
lasted till nex day, when came brexfast, and dinner, and tally-
scooping, as before. This is the way with all people of this town,
of which, as I've heard say, there is ten thousand happy English,
who lead this plesnt life from year's end to year's end.

Besides this, there's billiards and gambling for the gentlemen, a
little dancing for the gals, and scandle for the dowygers. In none
of these amusements did we partake. We were a LITTLE too good to
play crown pints at cards, and never get paid when we won; or to go
dangling after the portionless gals, or amuse ourselves with slops
and penny-wist along with the old ladies. No, no; my master was a
man of fortn now, and behayved himself as sich. If ever he
condysended to go into the public room of the Hotel de Bang--the
French (doubtless for reasons best known to themselves) call this a
sallymanjy--he swoar more and lowder than any one there; he
abyoused the waiters, the wittles, the wines. With his glas in his
i, he staired at every body. He took always the place before the
fire. He talked about "my carridge," "my currier," "my servant;"
and he did wright. I've always found through life, that if you
wish to be respected by English people, you must be insalent to
them, especially if you are a sprig of nobiliaty. We LIKE being
insulted by noblemen,--it shows they're familiar with us. Law
bless us! I've known many and many a genlmn about town who'd
rather be kicked by a lord than not be noticed by him; they've even
had an aw of ME, because I was a lord's footman. While my master
was hectoring in the parlor, at Balong, pretious airs I gave myself