The rat-pit, the drawing of the badger, the bloody battling of the bull terriers, the high betting, the Gargantuan eating and drinking and shouting, the smashing of glasses and plates, the imperturbable footmen in green and gold liveries calmly replacing in their chairs the guests overcome by strong potations--it was a picture for Hogarth's pencil at its best, or Gillray's at its craziest.
The intimation is that, in the course of this and similar adventures, McAllister was defraying his own expenses and those of his Californian companion.

Provided it was the kind of life he wanted to see, it was money well spent.
Then he went off to Windsor, and there, at the village inn, dined with Her Majesty's _chef_ and the keeper of the jewel-room.

Again it was probably the visitor from across the seas who gave the dinner, as a result of which he was permitted to visit the royal kitchen, and see the roasts turning on the spits.
"I saw Prince Albert and the Prince of Wales that morning shooting pheasants alongside of the Windsor Long Walk, and stood within a few yards of them.

I feel sure we ate, that day, the pheasants that had been shot by Prince Albert." Doesn't it read like a bit of Thackeray--say from the paper in "The Book of Snobs" on "The Court Circular" with its references to the shooting methods of a certain German Prince-Consort?
"A tiny bit of orange peel, The butt of a cigar, Once trod on by a Princely heel, How beautiful they are!" Having exhausted England the young discoverer travelled to Paris and thence to Florence.

There are believed to be a few art galleries in Florence and some monuments of historical interest.