pyin clark. Deuceace
flam about Prince Tallyram was puffickly successful. I saw young
Dawkins blush with delite as he red the note; he toar up for or five
sheets before he composed the anser to it, which was as you red abuff,
and roat in a hand quite trembling with pleasyer. If you could but
have seen the look of triumph in Deuceace's wicked black eyes, when he
read the noat! I never see a deamin yet, but I can phansy 1, a holding
a writhing soal on his pitchfrock, and smilin like Deuceace. He
dressed himself in his very best clothes, and in he went, after sending
me over to say that he would xcept with pleasyour Mr. Dawkins's invite.

The pie was cut up, and a most frenly conversation begun betwixt the
two genlmin. Deuceace was quite captivating. He spoke to Mr. Dawkins
in the most respeckful and flatrin manner,--agread in every think he
said,--prazed his taste, his furniter, his coat, his classick nolledge,
and his playin on the floot; you'd have thought, to hear him, that such
a polygon of exlens as Dawkins did not breath,--that such a modest,
sinsear, honrabble genlmn as Deuceace was to be seen no where xcept in
Pump Cort. Poor Daw was complitly taken in. My master said he'd
introduce him to the Duke of Doncaster, and Heaven knows how many nobs
more, till Dawkins was quite intawsicated with pleasyour. I know as a
fac (and it pretty well shows the young genlmn's carryter), that he
went that very day and ordered 2 new coats, on propos to be introjuiced
to the lords in.

But the best joak of all was at last. Singin, swagrin, and swarink--up
stares came Mr. Dick Blewitt. He flung open Mr. Dawkins's door,
shouting out, "Daw, my old buck, how are you?" when, all of a sudden,
he sees Mr. Deuceace: his jor dropt, he turned chocky white, and then
burnin red, and iooked as if a stror would knock him down. "My dear
Mr. Blewitt," says my master, smilin, and offring his hand, "how glad I
am to see you! Mr. Dawkins and I were just talking about your pony!
Pray sit down."

Blewitt did; and now was the question, who should sit the other out;
but, law bless you! Mr. Blewitt was no match for my master; all the
time he was fidgetty, silent, and sulky; on the contry, master was
charmin. I never herd such a flow of conversatin, or so many
wittacisms as he uttered. At last, completely beat, Mr. Blewitt took
his leaf; that instant master followed him; and passin his arm through
that of Mr. Dick, let him into our chambe