the door to yield--that broken panel is a forcible example of the power
of moral suasion.

"When I remark that, judging from my present sensations, I should
imagine a six-horse-power threshing-machine to be in the height of
successful operation in my head, immediately over my eyes, there are
perhaps some sympathizing persons in the room, who have experienced the
same delicious sensation, and can therefore 'phancy my pheelinks.'"

The members of the club expressed themselves eminently satisfied with
Mr. Cake's statement of his experience, and the Higholdboy requested
that Mr. Cake should inscribe in the records the said experience, in
order that it might not be lost to future generations. Mr. Cake promised
to do so.

Mr. Spout, being seized with a fit of liberality, ordered punches for
the company, and two of the same kind for Johnny Cake, which Johnny
indignantly refused, saying that, if before his recent experience in
wholesale dissipation, he had disliked alcoholic beverages, such were
his feelings now, that the dislike amounted to an abhorrence. Mr. Spout
said it was all right, as in such case he should drink them all himself.

Mr. Dropper remarked that some two or three years previously, when he
first arrived from Cincinnati, and before he had became fully posted up
in the various phases of unwhipped rascality in New York, he had, on one
occasion, owing to his ignorance, got into the station-house.

A general sentiment as expressed was, that Mr. Dropper should state the
history of the circumstance, or be immediately expelled from the club,
and kicked down stairs, minus his coat, hat, and boots.

Mr. Dropper said that he found it impossible to resist the gentle
persuasions of his companions.

"Fellow quadrupeds," said he, "soon after my arrival in this mass
meeting of bricks and mortar, I read in a morning paper the announcement
of an extraordinary gift enterprise, which some benevolent and
philanthropic individual had set on foot, with the view of making
everybody, in general, and himself, in particular, rich. I thought of
the subject for several days. The idea of securing a farm of three
hundred acres in New Jersey, all in first-rate condition, with houses,
barns, and fences ready-made, at the moderate cost of a dollar, was
rather agreeable than otherwise, and the more I reflected upon the
matter, the more I became satisfied that such a bargain was a
consummation most devoutly to be wished for. One night I w