ntenance and attitude
with the splendid elegance of Tom!* Now every London man is weary and
blase. There is an enjoyment of life in these young bucks of 1823 which
contrasts strangely with our feelings of 1860. Here, for instance, is
a specimen of their talk and walk. "'If,' says LOGIC--'if ENJOYMENT is
your MOTTO, you may make the most of an evening at Vauxhall, more than
at any other place in the metropolis. It is all free and easy. Stay as
long as you like, and depart when you think proper.'--'Your description
is so flattering,' replied JERRY, 'that I do not care how soon the time
arrives for us to start.' LOGIC proposed a 'BIT OF A STROLL' in order
to get rid of an hour or two, which was immediately accepted by Tom and
Jerry. A TURN or two in Bond Street, a STROLL through Piccadilly, a
LOOK IN at TATTERSALL'S, a RAMBLE through Pall Mall, and a STRUT on the
Corinthian path, fully occupied the time of our heroes until the hour
for dinner arrived, when a few glasses of TOM'S rich wines soon put
them on the qui vive. VAUXHALL was then the object in view, and the
TRIO started, bent upon enjoying the pleasures which this place so amply
affords."

* This refers to an illustrated edition of the work.

How nobly those inverted commas, those italics, those capitals, bring
out the writer's wit and relieve the eye! They are as good as jokes,
though you mayn't quite perceive the point. Mark the varieties of lounge
in which the young men indulge--now A STROLL, then A LOOK IN, then A
RAMBLE, and presently A STRUT. When George, Prince of Wales, was twenty,
I have read in an old Magazine, "the Prince's lounge" was a peculiar
manner of walking which the young bucks imitated. At Windsor George III.
had A CAT'S PATH--a sly early walk which the good old king took in the
gray morning before his household was astir. What was the Corinthian
path here recorded? Does any antiquary know? And what were the rich
wines which our friends took, and which enabled them to enjoy Vauxhall?
Vauxhall is gone, but the wines which could occasion such a delightful
perversion of the intellect as to enable it to enjoy ample pleasures
there, what were they?

So the game of life proceeds, until Jerry Hawthorn, the rustic, is
fairly knocked up by all this excitement and is forced to go home, and
the last picture represents him getting into the coach at the "White
Horse Cellar," he being one of six inside; whilst his friends shake him
by the hand; whilst