I must go and speak with that young man--the most astonishing thing I ever heard in my life.

What's his name?
Mr.Nadab?
Mr.Nadab, sir, you have delighted me.

May I make so free as to ask you to come and dine with me to-morrow at six?
Colonel Newcome, if you please, Nerot's Hotel, Clifford Street.

I am always proud to make the acquaintance of men of genius, and you are one, or my name is not Newcome!" "Sir, you do me hhonour," says Mr.Nadab, pulling up his shirt-collar, "and perhaps the day will come when the world will do me justice,--may I put down your hhonoured name for my book of poems ?" "Of course, my dear sir," says the enthusiastic Colonel; "I'll send them all over India.

Put me down for six copies, and do me the favour to bring them to-morrow when you come to dinner." And now Mr.Hoskins asking if any gentleman would volunteer a song, what was our amazement when the simple Colonel offered to sing himself, at which the room applauded vociferously; whilst methought poor Clive Newcome hung down his head, and blushed as red as a peony.