As to the wictim of oppression in the suit o' brimstone, all I can say of him, is, that I hope he'll get jist as good a berth as he deserves; in vitch case it's wery little cold swarry as ever he'll be troubled with agin.' Here Sam sat down with a pleasant smile, and his speech having been vociferously applauded, the company broke up.
'Wy, you don't mean to say you're a-goin' old feller ?' said Sam Weller to his friend, Mr.John Smauker.
'I must, indeed,' said Mr.Smauker; 'I promised Bantam.' 'Oh, wery well,' said Sam; 'that's another thing.

P'raps he'd resign if you disappinted him.

You ain't a-goin', Blazes ?' 'Yes, I am,' said the man with the cocked hat.
'Wot, and leave three-quarters of a bowl of punch behind you!' said Sam; 'nonsense, set down agin.' Mr.Tuckle was not proof against this invitation.

He laid aside the cocked hat and stick which he had just taken up, and said he would have one glass, for good fellowship's sake.
As the gentleman in blue went home the same way as Mr.Tuckle, he was prevailed upon to stop too.

When the punch was about half gone, Sam ordered in some oysters from the green-grocer's shop; and the effect of both was so extremely exhilarating, that Mr.Tuckle, dressed out with the cocked hat and stick, danced the frog hornpipe among the shells on the table, while the gentleman in blue played an accompaniment upon an ingenious musical instrument formed of a hair-comb upon a curl-paper.