_Exeunt_ children, and re-enter stewards, each with a blue plate in his hand.

The band plays a lively air; the majority of the company put their hands in their pockets and look rather serious; and the noise of sovereigns, rattling on crockery, is heard from all parts of the room.
After a short interval, occupied in singing and toasting, the secretary puts on his spectacles, and proceeds to read the report and list of subscriptions, the latter being listened to with great attention.

'Mr.
Smith, one guinea--Mr.Tompkins, one guinea--Mr.Wilson, one guinea--Mr.
Hickson, one guinea--Mr.Nixon, one guinea--Mr.Charles Nixon, one guinea--[hear, hear!]--Mr.James Nixon, one guinea--Mr.Thomas Nixon, one pound one [tremendous applause].

Lord Fitz Binkle, the chairman of the day, in addition to an annual donation of fifteen pounds--thirty guineas [prolonged knocking: several gentlemen knock the stems off their wine-glasses, in the vehemence of their approbation].

Lady, Fitz Binkle, in addition to an annual donation of ten pound--twenty pound' [protracted knocking and shouts of 'Bravo!'] The list being at length concluded, the chairman rises, and proposes the health of the secretary, than whom he knows no more zealous or estimable individual.