But what brought you here ?" "Driven in by the Philistines," was the reply; "caught like a harmless dove by the Greeks--clean'd out .-- By the cog, I was obliged to fly to this pigeon house, in order to avoid being cut up by my creditors; and, up to a little of the Newmarket logic, I am now crossing and justling though it is doubtful at present who will win the race." "You have not far to run, however," replied Dashall, "and it is therefore fair to presume the heat will soon be over." ~57~~ "As usual," cried Rakewell, "always something short, but pungent, like a pinch of merry-go-up{1}--satire and sentiment--mirth, morality, and good humour--unmarried and still the same man.

These are better subjects of congratulation than the former." "We shall dine at half past three," said Merry well, "and if you are inclined to make one along with us, you will find me at home." "I should have no objection to meet you abroad," exclaimed Rakewell; "but, however, I'm your man.

Half past three, d----nd unfashionable; but never mind, I'll pick a bone with you; and spite of dull care and high walls, 'locks, bolts, and bars, we'll defy you;' and my life for it we have a jolly afternoon.

Is the cellar well stored, and the kitchen in good repair ?" "All right, my boy!" exclaimed Merrywell, "bring your bellows{2} in good order, and don't be afraid of your bread basket.{3} The dibs are in tune.{4} A ball of fire,{s} a dose of daffy, or a blow out of black strap, will set the blue devils at defiance, give a spur to harmony, and set the spirits a jogging." "Then at half past three I'll have a turn to with you," continued Rakewell; "so no more at present from your loving Cousin.

I am going now to call on Fred.