The cursed swindling boor! he thinks he'll ruin this poor Cheese-monger, does he?
I'll step in, and WARN him." I thought I should bust a-laffin, when he talked in this style.

I knew very well what his "warning" meant,--lockin the stable-door but stealin the hoss fust.
Next day, his strattygam for becoming acquainted with Mr.Dawkins we exicuted; and very pritty it was.
Besides potry and the flute, Mr.Dawkins, I must tell you, had some other parshallities--wiz., he was very fond of good eatin and drinkin.
After doddling over his music and boox all day, this young genlmn used to sally out of evenings, dine sumptiously at a tavern, drinkin all sorts of wine along with his friend Mr.Blewitt.He was a quiet young fellow enough at fust; but it was Mr.B.who (for his own porpuses, no doubt,) had got him into this kind of life.

Well, I needn't say that he who eats a fine dinner, and drinks too much overnight, wants a bottle of soda-water, and a gril, praps, in the morning.

Such was Mr.Dawkinses case; and reglar almost as twelve o'clock came, the waiter from "Dix Coffy-House" was to be seen on our stairkis, bringing up Mr.D.'s hot breakfast.
No man would have thought there was anythink in such a trifling cirkumstance; master did, though, and pounced upon it like a cock on a barlycorn.
He sent me out to Mr.Morell's in Pickledilly, for wot's called a Strasbug-pie--in French, a "patty defau graw." He takes a card, and nails it on the outside case (patty defaw graws come generally in a round wooden box, like a drumb); and what do you think he writes on it?
why, as follos:--"For the Honorable Algernon Percy Deuceace, &c.

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