'Ah! here you are,' observed Mr.Jawleyford, as he nearly tripped over Sponge's luggage as it stood by the fire.

'Here you are,' repeated he, giving the candle a flourish, to show the size of the room, and draw it back on the portrait of himself above the mantelpiece.

'Ah! I declare here's an old picture of myself,' said he, holding the candle up to the face, as if he hadn't seen it for some time--'a picture that was done when I was in the Bumperkin yeomanry,' continued he, passing the light before the facings.

'That was considered a good likeness at the time,' said he, looking affectionately at it, and feeling his nose to see if it was still the same size.

'Ours was a capital corps--one of the best, if not the very best in the service.