corner, and the Committee saw him safely back again to the next room, they were fervent in their admiration.
"Which," said Mr. Buffum, "must have vent, or it will bust. Toe you, Mr. Pogram, I am grateful. Toe-wards you, Sir, I am inspired with lofty veneration, and with deep e-mo-tion. The sentiment Toe which I would propose to give ex-pression, Sir, is this: 'May you ever be as firm, Sir, as your marble statter! May it ever be as great a terror Toe its ene-mies as you.'"
There is some reason to suppose that it was rather terrible to its friends; being a statue of the Elevated or Goblin School, in which the Honourable Elijah Pogram was represented as in a very high wind, with his hair all standing on end, and his nostrils blown wide open. But Mr. Pogram thanked his friend and countryman for the aspiration to which he had given utterance, and the Committee, after another solemn shaking of hands, retired to bed, except the Doctor; who immediately repaired to the newspaper-office, and there wrote a short poem suggested by the events of the evening, beginning with fourteen stars, and headed, "A Fragment. Suggested by witnessing the Honourable Elijah Pogram engaged in a philosophical disputation with three of Columbia's fairest daughters. By Doctor Ginery Dunkle. Of Troy."
If Pogram was as glad to get to bed as Martin was, he must have been well rewarded for his labours. They started off again next day (Martin and Mark previously disposing of their goods to the storekeepers of whom they had purchased them, for anything they would bring), and were fellow-travellers to within a short distance of New York. When Pogram was about to leave them he grew thoughtful, and after pondering for some time, took Martin aside.
"We air going to part, Sir," said Pogram.
"Pray don't distress yourself," said Martin: "we must bear it."
"It ain't that, Sir," returned Pogram, "not at all. But I should wish you to accept a copy of My oration."
"Thank you," said Martin, "you are very good. I shall be most happy."
"It ain't quite that, Sir, neither," resumed Pogram: "air you bold enough to introduce a copy into your country?"
"Certainly," said Martin. "Why not?"
"Its sentiments air strong, Sir," hinted Pogram, darkly.
"That makes no difference," said Martin. "I 'll take a dozen if you like."
"No, Sir," retorted Pogram. "Not A dozen. That is more than I require. If you are content to run the hazard, Sir, here is one for your Lord Chancellor," producing it, "and one for Your principal Secretary of State. I should wish them to see it, Sir, as expressing what my opinions air. That they may not plead ignorance at a future time. But don't get into danger, Sir, on my account!"
"There is not the least danger, I assure you," said Martin. So he put the pamphlets in his pocket, and they parted.
Mr. Bevan had written in his letter that at a certain time, which fell out happily just then, he would be at a certain hotel in the city,
