You remember him, you say, Irons ?' 'Ay, Sir,' said Blue-chin: 'I never forget a face.' 'Par nobile,' sneered the angler quietly.' In the year '45, eh--go on.' 'Ay, Sir; he slept in the "Pied Horse," at Newmarket, and was in all the fun.

Next day he broke his arm badly, and slept there in the closet off Mr.Beauclerc's room that night under laudanum, and remained ten days longer in the house.

Mr.Beauclerc's chamber was the "flower de luce." Barnabus Sturk, Esq.

When I saw him here, half the length of the street away, I knew him and his name on the instant.

I never forget things.' 'But he don't remember you ?' 'No,' smiled Blue-chin, looking at the float also.
'Two-and-twenty-years.