where she, poor thing, quite inexperienced in the ways of
'the great metropulus,' in aconamy, and indeed in every qualaty
requasit in a good wife and the mistress of a famaly, can hardly
manidge, I am sure, without me.

"Tell her _on no account_ to pay more than 6.5_d_. for the prime
pieces, 4.75_d_. for soup meat; and that the very best of London
butter is to be had for 8.5_d_.; of course, for pudns and the kitchin
you'll employ a commoner sort. My trunks were sadly packed by Mrs.
Titmarsh, and the hasp of the portmantyou-lock has gone through my
yellow satn. I have darned it, and woar it already twice, at two
ellygant (though quiat) evening-parties given by my _hospatable_ host;
and my pegreen velvet on Saturday at a grand dinner, when Lord
Scaramouch handed me to table. Everything was in the most _sumptious
style_. Soup top and bottom (white and brown), removed by turbit and
sammon with _immense boles of lobster-sauce_. Lobsters alone cost
15_s_. Turbit, three guineas. The hole sammon, weighing, I'm sure,
15 lbs., and _never seen_ at table again; not a bitt of pickled sammon
the hole weak afterwards. This kind of extravigance would _just suit_
Mrs. Sam Titmarsh, who, as I always say, burns _the candle at both
ends_. Well, young people, it is lucky for you you have an old aunt
who knows better, and has a long purse; without witch, I dare say,
_some_ folks would be glad to see her out of doors. I don't mean you,
Samuel, who have, I must say, been a dutiful nephew to me. Well, I
dare say I shan't live long, and some folks won't be sorry to have me
in my grave.

"Indeed, on Sunday I was taken in my stomick very ill, and thought it
might have been the lobster-sauce; but Doctor Blogg, who was called
in, said it was, he very much feared, _cumsumptive_; but gave me some
pills and a draft wh made me better. Please call upon him--he lives
at Pimlico, and you can walk out there after office hours--and present
him with 1_l_. 1_s_., with my compliments. I have no money here but a
10_l_. note, the rest being locked up in my box at Lamb's Cundit
Street.

"Although the flesh is not neglected in Mr. B.'s sumptious
establishment, I can assure you the _sperrit_ is likewise cared for.
Mr. B. reads and igspounds every morning; and o but his exorcises
refresh the hungry sole before breakfast! Everything is in the