this subject I'm rather shy of writing, partly because the admiral Boz
has, in the history of Mr. Pickwick, made such a dixcripshun of a prizn,
that mine wooden read very amyousingly afterwids; and, also, because,
to tell you the truth, I didn't stay long in it, being not in a humer to
waist my igsistance by passing away the ears of my youth in such a dull
place.

My fust errint now was, as you may phansy, to carry a noat from master
to his destined bride. The poar thing was sadly taken aback, as I can
tell you, when she found, after remaining two hours at the Embassy, that
her husband didn't make his appearance. And so, after staying on and on,
and yet seeing no husband, she was forsed at last to trudge dishconslit
home, where I was already waiting for her with a letter from my master.

There was no use now denying the fact of his arrest, and so he confest
it at onst: but he made a cock-and-bull story of treachery of a friend,
infimous fodgery, and heaven knows what. However, it didn't matter much;
if he had told her that he had been betrayed by the man in the moon, she
would have bleavd him.

Lady Griffin never used to appear now at any of my visits. She kep one
drawing-room, and Miss dined and lived alone in another; they quarld so
much that praps it was best they should live apart; only my Lord Crabs
used to see both, comforting each with that winning and innsnt way he
had. He came in as Miss, in tears, was lisning to my account of master's
seazure, and hoping that the prisn wasn't a horrid place, with a nasty
horrid dunjeon, and a dreadfle jailer, and nasty horrid bread and water.
Law bless us! she had borrod her ideers from the novvles she had been
reading!

"O my lord, my lord," says she, "have you heard this fatal story?"

"Dearest Matilda, what? For heaven's sake, you alarm me!
What--yes--no--is it--no, it can't be! Speak!" says my lord, seizing me
by the choler of my coat. "What has happened to my boy?"

"Please you, my lord," says I, "he's at this moment in prisn, no
wuss,--having been incarserated about two hours ago."

"In prison! Algernon in prison! 'tis impossible! Imprisoned, for what
sum? Mention it, and I will pay to the utmost farthing in my power."

"I'm sure your lordship is very kind," says I (recklecting the sean
betwixgst him and master, whom he wanted to diddil out of a thowsand
lb.); "and you'll be happy to hear he's only in for a trifle. Five
thousand pound is, I think, pretty near the