The Professors there are all of the ancient school, and we shall just be in time for the first Lecture.

It is a school of science, and though established upon the ancient construction, is highly suitable to the taste of the moderns." "Zounds!" replied Bob, "our heads are hardly in cue for philosophy after so much wine and noise; we had better defer it to another opportunity." "Nay, nay, now's the very time for it--it will revive the recollection of some of your former sports; For, midst our luxuries be it understood, Some traits remain of rugged hardihood." ~387~~ Charley is a good caterer for the public appetite, and, to diversify the amusements of a Life in London, we will have a little chaff among the Bear-baiters." Tally-ho stared for a moment; then burst into laughter at the curious introduction his Cousin had given to this subject.

"I have long perceived your talent for embellishment, but certainly was not prepared for the conclusion; but you ought rather to have denominated them Students in Natural History." "And what is that but a branch of Philosophy ?" inquired Dashall.
"However, we are discussing points of opinion rather than hastening to the scene of action to become judges of facts--Allons." Upon saying this, they moved forward with increased celerity towards Tothill-fields, and soon reached their proposed place of destination.
On entering, Tallyho was reminded by his Cousin to button up his toggery, keep his ogles in action, and be awake.

"For," said he, "you will here have to mingle with some of the queer Gills and rum Covies of all ranks." This advice being taken, they soon found themselves in this temple of torment, where Bob surveyed a motly group assembled, and at that moment engaged in the sports of the evening.

The generality of the company bore the appearance of Butchers, Dog-fanciers and Ruffians, intermingled here and there with a few Sprigs of Fashion, a few Corinthian Sicells, Coster-mongers, Coal-heavers, Watermen, Soldiers, and Livery-servants.
[Illustration: page387 The Country Squire] The bear was just then pinn'd by a dog belonging to a real lover of the game, who, with his shirt-sleeves tuck'd up, declared he was a d------d good one, and nothing but a good one, so help him G------d.