'Would you care a ha'penny for the Lord Chancellor if you know'd him in private and without his wig ?--certainly not.' 'Good!' said the old man, venturing to touch one of the puppets, and drawing away his hand with a shrill laugh.

'Are you going to show 'em to-night?
are you ?' 'That is the intention, governor,' replied the other, 'and unless I'm much mistaken, Tommy Codlin is a calculating at this minute what we've lost through your coming upon us.

Cheer up, Tommy, it can't be much.' The little man accompanied these latter words with a wink, expressive of the estimate he had formed of the travellers' finances.
To this Mr Codlin, who had a surly, grumbling manner, replied, as he twitched Punch off the tombstone and flung him into the box, 'I don't care if we haven't lost a farden, but you're too free.

If you stood in front of the curtain and see the public's faces as I do, you'd know human natur' better.' 'Ah! it's been the spoiling of you, Tommy, your taking to that branch,' rejoined his companion.

'When you played the ghost in the reg'lar drama in the fairs, you believed in everything--except ghosts.