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spoilt aneoiisl}^ into eruptions of grease and blotches of beer, the lega triumvirate appease their appetites. Mr. Jobling is buttoned up closer than mere adoniment might require. His hat presents at the rims a peculiar appearance of a glistening nature, as if it had been a favorite snail-promenade. The same phenomenon is visible on some parts of his coat, and particularly at the seams. He has the faded appearance of a gentleman in embarrassed circumstances ; even his light whiskers droop with something of a shabby air. His appetite is so vigorous, that it suggests spare li^nng for some little time back. He makes such a speedy end of his plate of veal and ham, bringing it to a close while his companions are yet midway in theirs, that Mr. Guppy proposes another. *' Thank you, Guppy," says Mr. Jobling, " I really don't know but what I will take another." Another being brought, he falls to with great good will. ]£r. Guppy takes silent notice of him at intervals, until he is half way through this second plate and stops to take an enjoying jHdl at his pint pot of half-and-half (also renewed), and stretches out his legs and rubs his hands. Beholding him in which glow of contentment, Mr. Guppy says ; " You are a man again, Tony ! " "Well, not quite, yet," says Mr. Jobling. "Say, just born." " Will you take any other vegetables ? Grass ? Peas ? Summer cabbage ? " " Thank you, Guppy," says !Mr. Jobling. " I really don't know but what I will take summer cabbage." Order given ; with the sarcastic addition (from ^Ir. Smallweed) ot " Without slugs, Polly ! " And cabbage produced. " I am growing up, Guppy," says Mr. Jobling, plying his knife and fork with a relishing steadiness. " Glad to hear it." " In fact, I have just turned into my teens," says Mr. Jobling. He says no more until he has performed his task, which he achieves as ]Iessrs. Guppy and Smallweed finish theirs ; thus getting over the ground ill excellent stvle, and beatino; those two gentlemen easilv bv a veal and ham and a cabbage. " Now, Small," says Mr, Guppy, " what woidd you recommend about pastrv'?" " Marrow puddings," says ]Ir. Smallweed instantly. " xVye, aye ! " cries Mr. Jobling, with an arch look. " You're there, are you ? Thank you, Guppy, I don't know but what I mil take a maiTow pudding." Three marrow puddings being produced, Mr. Jobling adds, in a pleasant liumour, that he is coming of age fast. To these succeed, by command of Mr. Smallweed, "three Cheshires ;" and to those, " three small rums." This apex of the entertainment happily reached, ^Ir. Jobling puts up his legs on the cai-peted seat (haNTing his own side of the box to himself), leans against the wall, and says, "I am gTo-n up, now, Guppy. I have amved at matiu'ity." "What do you think, now," says Mr. Guppy, "about — you don't mind Smallweed ? " " Not the least in the world. I have the pleasure of diinking his good health."