However, this was compensated in some degree by a more extensive prospect round the House; and his eyes were seen moving in all directions, without seeming to know where to fix, while Sparkle and Bob were attracted by a fight in the Gallery, between a Soldier and a Gentleman's Servant in livery, for some supposed ~135~~insult offered to the companion of the latter, and which promised serious results from the repeated vociferations of those around them, of "Throw 'em over--throw 'em over;" while the gifts of the Gods were plentifully showered down upon the inhabitants of the lower regions in the shape of orange-peelings, apples, &c.

The drawing up of the curtain however seemed to have some little effect upon the audience, and in a moment the Babel of tongues was changed into a pretty general cry of "Down--down in the front--hats off--silence, &c.

which at length subsided in every quarter but the Gallery, where still some mutterings and murmurings were at intervals to be heard.
"-- --one fiddle will Produce a tiny flourish still." Sparkle could neither see nor hear the performance--Tom was wholly engaged in observing the company, and Bob alternately straining his neck to get a view of the Stage, and then towards the noisy inhabitants of the upper regions.

"We dined at the Hummums," said a finicking little Gentleman just below him--"Bill, and I, and Harry--drank claret like fishes--Harry was half-sprung--fell out with a Parson about chopping logic; you know Harry's father was a butcher, and used to chopping, so it was all prime--the Parson would'n't be convinced, though Harry knock'd down his argument with his knuckles on the table, almost hard enough to split it--it was a bang-up lark--Harry got in a passion, doff'd his toggery, and was going to show fight--so then the Parson sneak'd off--Such a bit of gig.'" "Silence there, behind." "So then," continued the Dandy, "we went to the Billiard-rooms, in Fleet Street, played three games, diddled the Flats, bilk'd the Marker, and bolted--I say, when did you see Dolly ?"{1} 1 To the frequenters of Drury-lane Theatre, who occasionally lounge away a little of their time between the acts in sipping soda-water, negus, &c.

the party here alluded to cannot but be well known--we mean particularly the laffing- boys and the lads of the village.