CHAPTER XVIII.
"Wand'ring with listless gait and spirits gay, They Eastward next pursued their jocund way; With story, joke, smart repartee and pun, Their business pleasure, and their object fun." IT was a fine moonlight evening, and upon leaving the Globe, they again found themselves in the hurry, bustle, and noise of the world.

The glare of the gas-lights, and the rattling of coaches, carts and vehicles of various-descriptions, mingled with "The busy hum of men," attracted the attention of their eyes and ears, while the exhilarating juice of the bottle had given a circulation to the blood which enlivened imagination and invigorated fancy.

Bob conceived himself in Elysium, and Frank Harry was as frisky as a kitten.

The first object that arrested their progress was the house of Mr.Hone, whose political Parodies, and whose trials on their account, have given him so much celebrity.

His window at the moment exhibited his recent satirical publication entitled a Slap at Slop and the Bridge Street Gang.{1} 1 The great wit and humour displayed in this publication have deservedly entitled it to rank high among the jeu desprit productions of this lively age--to describe it were impossible--to enjoy it must be to possess it; but for the information of such of our readers as are remote from the Metropolis, it may perhaps be necessary to give something like a key of explanation to its title.