Sit here, Sir.

Gentlemen, you all know Mr.Bat." The company was silent for a moment, and bowed.

Abel looked up and saw a man who seemed to be made of parchment, and his complexion, of the hue of dried apples, suggested that he was usually kept in a warm green satchel.
After a little more murmuring of talk around the table, General Belch said, in a louder voice, "Gentlemen, we have a new friend among us, and a little business to settle to-night.

Suppose we talk it over." There was a general filling of glasses and a hum of assent.
"I learn," said the General, whiffing the smoke from his mouth, "that our worthy friend and able representative, Watkins Bodley, is about resigning, in consequence of private embarrassments.

Of course he must have a successor." Every body poured out smoke and looked at the speaker, except Mr.Bat, who seemed to be undergoing a little more drying up, and looked at a picture of General Jackson, which hung upon the wall.
"That successor, I need not say, of course," continued General Belch, "must be a good man and a faithful adherent of the party.