ymints
between Blewitt and master in the morning, that now poor Dawkins's time
was come.

Not so: Dawkins won always, Mr. B. betting on his play, and giving him
the very best of advice. At the end of the evening (which was abowt five
o'clock the nex morning) they stopt. Master was counting up the skore on
a card.

"Blewitt," says he, "I've been unlucky. I owe you, let me see--yes,
five-and-forty pounds?"

"Five-and-forty," says Blewitt, "and no mistake!"

"I will give you a cheque," says the honrabble genlmn.

"Oh! don't mention it, my dear sir!" But master got a grate sheet
of paper, and drew him a check on Messeers. Pump, Algit and Co., his
bankers.

"Now," says master, "I've got to settle with you, my dear Mr. Dawkins.
If you had backd your luck, I should have owed you a very handsome sum
of money. Voyons, thirteen points at a pound--it is easy to calculate;"
and drawin out his puss, he clinked over the table 13 goolden suverings,
which shon till they made my eyes wink.

So did pore Dawkinses, as he put out his hand, all trembling, and drew
them in.

"Let me say," added master, "let me say (and I've had some little
experience), that you are the very best ecarte player with whom I ever
sat down."

Dawkinses eyes glissened as he put the money up, and said, "Law,
Deuceace, you flatter me."

FLATTER him! I should think he did. It was the very think which master
ment.

"But mind you, Dawkins," continyoud he, "I must have my revenge; for I'm
ruined--positively ruined by your luck."

"Well, well," says Mr. Thomas Smith Dawkins, as pleased as if he had
gained a millium, "shall it be to-morrow? Blewitt, what say you?"

Mr. Blewitt agreed, in course. My master, after a little demurring,
consented too. "We'll meet," says he, "at your chambers. But mind, my
dear fello, not too much wine: I can't stand it at any time, especially
when I have to play ecarte with YOU."

Pore Dawkins left our rooms as happy as a prins. "Here, Charles," says
he, and flung me a sovring. Pore fellow! pore fellow! I knew what was
a-comin!

But the best of it was, that these 13 sovrings which Dawkins won, MASTER
HAD BORROWED THEM FROM MR. BLEWITT! I brought 'em, with 7 more, from
that young genlmn's chambers that very morning: for, since his interview
with master, Blewitt had nothing to refuse him.

Well, shall I continue the tail? If Mr. Dawkins had been the least bit
wiser, it would have taken him six months befoar he lost his m