There was something touching in the naivete and kindness of the placid and simple gentleman.
Great Hoskins, placed on high, amidst the tuneful choir, was pleased to signify his approbation, and gave his guest's health in his usual dignified manner.

"I am much obliged to you, sir," says Mr.Hoskins; "the room ought to be much obliged to you: I drink your 'ealth and song, sir;" and he bowed to the Colonel politely over his glass of brandy-and-water, of which he absorbed a little in his customer's honour.

"I have not heard that song," he was kind enough to say, "better performed since Mr.Incledon sung it.

He was a great singer, sir, and I may say, in the words of our immortal Shakspeare, that, take him for all in all, we shall not look upon his like again." The Colonel blushed in his turn, and turning round to his boy with an arch smile, said, "I learnt it from Incledon.

I used to slip out from Grey Friars to hear him, Heaven bless me, forty years ago; and I used to be flogged afterwards, and serve me right too.