BARNABY RUDGE. 43
When the long comrade had made these preparations, he looked towards Mr. Tappertit ; and Mr. Tappertit, flourishing the bone, knocked nine times therewith upon one of the skulls. At the ninth stroke, a third young gentleman emerged from the door leading to the skittle ground, and bowing low, awaited his commands.
"'Prentice !" said the mighty captain, "who waits without?"
The 'prentice made answer that a stranger was in attendance, who claimed admission into that secret society of 'Prentice Knights, and a free participation in their rights, privileges, and immunities. Thereupon Mr. Tappertit flourished the bone again, and giving the other skull a prodigious rap on the nose, exclaimed, "admit him!" At these dread words the 'prentice bowed once more, and so withdrew as he had come.
There soon appeared, at the same door, two other 'prentices, having between them a third, whose eyes were bandaged, and who was attired in a bag wig, and a broad-skirted coat, trimmed with tarnished lace; and who was girded with a sword, in compliance with the laws of the Institution regulating the introduction of candidates, which required them to assume this courtly dress, and kept it constantly in lavender, for their convenience. One of the conductors of this novice held a rusty blunderbuss pointed towards his ear, and the other a very ancient sabre, with which he carved imaginary offenders as he came along in a sanguinary and anatomical manner.
As this silent group advanced. Mr. Tappertit fixed his hat upon his head. The novice then laid his hand upon his breast and bent before him. When he had humbled himself sufficiently, the captain ordered the bandage to be removed, and proceeded to eye him over.
"Ha!" said the captain, thoughtfully, when he had concluded this ordeal. "Proceed,"
The long comrade read aloud as follows: — "Mark Gilbert. Age, nineteen. Bound to Thomas Curzon, hosier, Golden Fleece, Aldgate. Loves Curzon's daughter. Cannot say that Curzon's daughter loves him. Should think it probable. Curzon pulled his ears last Tuesday week."
"How!" cried the captain, starting.
"For looking at his daughter, please you," said the novice.
"Write Curzon down. Denounced," said the captain. "Put a black cross against the name of Curzon."
"So please you," said the novice, " that's not the worst — he calls his 'prentice idle dog, and stops his beer unless he works to his liking. He gives Dutch cheese too.
