By-the-by, what an evening that was--hay, Mr.Blewitt?
What wine! what capital songs! I recollect your 'May-day in the morning'-- cuss me, the best comick song I ever heard.

I was speaking to the Duke of Doncaster about it only yesterday.

You know the duke, I think ?" Mr.Blewitt said, quite surly, "No, I don't." "Not know him!" cries master; "why, hang it, Blewitt! he knows YOU; as every sporting man in England does, I should think.

Why, man, your good things are in everybody's mouth at Newmarket." And so master went on chaffin Mr.Blewitt.That genlmn at fust answered him quite short and angry: but, after a little more flummery, he grew as pleased as posbill, took in all Deuceace's flatry, and bleeved all his lies.

At last the door shut, and they both went into Mr.Blewitt's chambers together.
Of course I can't say what past there; but in an hour master kem up to his own room as yaller as mustard, and smellin sadly of backo smoke.