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“In London my life is a ring of delight,

In frolics I keep up the day and the night;

I snooze at the Hummums till twelve, perhaps later,

I rattle the bell, and I roar up the Waiter;

?Your Honour,' says he, and he makes me a leg;

He brings me my tea, but I swallow an egg;

For tea in a morning's a slop I renounce,

So I down with a glass of good right cherry-bounce.

With—swearing, tearing—ranting, jaunting—slashing,

smashing—smacking, cracking—rumbling, tumbling

—laughing, quaffing—smoking, joking—swaggering,

Staggering:

So thoughtless, so knowing, so green and so mellow,

This, this is the life of a frolicsome fellow.”

UPON entering the house, and depositing their shilling each to view this newly discovered animal from the Apalachian mountains of America, and being supplied with immense long bills descriptive of his form and powers—“Come along (said Sparkle,) let us have a look at the most wonderful production of nature—only seventeen months old, five feet ten inches high, and one of the most fashionable fellows in the metropolis.”

“It should seem so,” said Tallyho, “by the long list of friends and visitors that are detailed in the commencement of the bill of fare.”

“Perhaps,” said Tom, “there are more Bon asses than one.”

“Very likely (continued Sparkle;) but let me tell you the allusion in this case does not apply, for this animal has nothing of the donkey about him, and makes no noise, as you will infer from the following lines in the Bill: