"I wish my brother had gone to the Roebuck, and not to the King's Arms, as the Roebuck is our house: but he could not be expected to know much about the Newcome inns, as he is a new comer himself.

And I think it was very right of the people to call on him." "Now hear what the Independent says, and see if you like that, sir," cries Barnes, grinning fiercely; and he began to read as follows:-- "'Mr.Independent--I was born and bred a Screwcomite, and am naturally proud of everybody and everything which bears the revered name of Screwcome.

I am a Briton and a man, though I have not the honour of a vote for my native borough; if I had, you may be sure I would give it to our admired and talented representative, Don Pomposo Lickspittle Grindpauper, Poor House Agincourt, Screwcome, whose ancestors fought with Julius Caesar against William the Conqueror, and whose father certainly wielded a cloth yard shaft in London not fifty years ago.
"' Don Pomposo, as you know, seldom favours the town o Screwcome with a visit .-- Our gentry are not of ancient birth enough to be welcome to a Lady Screwcome.

Our manufacturers make their money by trade.

Oh, fie I how can it be supposed that such vulgarians should be received among the, aristocratic society of Screwcome House?
Two balls in the season, and ten dozen o gooseberry, are enough for them.'" "It's that scoundrel Parrot," burst out Sir Brian; "because I wouldn't have any more wine of him--No, it's Vidler, the apothecary.