"A half-crown, think ye ?--a half-crown, Honeyman?
By cock and pye, it is not worth a bender." He says this in the manner of the most celebrated tragedian of the day.

He can imitate any actor, tragic or comic; any known Parliamentary orator or clergyman; any saw, cock, cloop of a cork wrenched from a bottle and guggling of wine into the decanter afterwards, bee buzzing, little boy up a chimney, etc.

He imitates people being ill on board a steam-packet so well that he makes you die of laughing: his uncle the Bishop could not resist this comic exhibition, and gave Fred a cheque for a comfortable sum of money; and Fred, getting cash for the cheque at the Cave of Harmony, imitated his uncle the Bishop and his Chaplain, winding up with his Lordship and Chaplain being unwell at sea--the Chaplain and Bishop quite natural and distinct.
"How much does a glass of this sack cost thee, Charley ?" resumes Fred, after this parenthesis.

"You say it is not dear.

Charles Honeyman, you had, even from your youth up, a villainous habit.