have a proposition to make.--(Hear! hear!) If you will
promise to leave the house quietly, I will treat you all to as much
champagne as you can drink." (Yell of acceptance from the bass-drum,
fish-horn and dinner-bell! Great excitement generally.)

The wine was produced, and the facility with which it was disposed of,
caused Mr. Brigham to stare. He endured its consumption, however, with
the most philosophical fortitude, until we began to drink toasts, make
speeches, and exhibit other indications of a design on our part to
"tarry yet awhile." Peter then reminded us of our promise; and, as
gentlemen of honor, we fulfilled the same by immediately falling into
procession and marching out of the saloon. Away we went down Hanover
street, followed by the admiring and hooting crowd. We entered the
establishment of Theodore Johnson, and were hospitably received by the
prince of good fellows, who, assisted by Chris Anderson, "did the
honors" with the utmost liberality. Sam Palmer and P. Jones, here
favored the company with a broad-sword combat; after which I, as
Falstaff, gave a few recitations--the performances concluded with Abbott
as _Jocks_, the Brazilian ape. Our next visit was to the Pemberton
House, then under the control of Uriah W. Carr, a very small man, both
physically and morally. Uriah received us very churlishly, and
peremptorily refused to "come down" with the hospitality of the season.
He was particularly down on me for having once written and published
some verses concerning him. The following is all that I can recollect of
that interesting production:--

"Tis comical, indeed it is
To see him mix a punch--
He puts two drops of liquor in,
And then he eyes the _lunch_;
He struts about most pompously,
Then stands before the fire,
Just like a little bantam-cock,
This comical Uriah!"

Inasmuch as Uriah refused to bring on the "bush" for either love or
money, we determined to help ourselves. Therefore, every man appointed
himself a bar-keeper _pro tem_. Wines, liquors and cigars were disposed
of with marvelous celerity, and poor little Uriah danced about and tore
his hair in the agony of his spirits. Meanwhile, a large number of
actors and others, boarding at the Pemberton, joined us, being ushered
in by Charles Dibden Pitt, a performer of great elegance and power, then
playing a brilliant star engagement--at the Museum. This gentleman is
decidedly "one of the boys," and goes in for a "good time.