I'm a marter to dooty; and you, my pore gal, must cumsole yorself with that ideer.' "There seemed to be a consperracy, too, between that Silvertop and Lady Hangelina to drive me to the same pint.

'What a plucky fellow you were, Pluche,' says he (he was rayther more familiar than I liked), 'in your fight with Fitzwarren--to engage a man of twice your strength and science, though you were sure to be beaten' (this is an etroashous folsood: I should have finnisht Fitz in 10 minnits), 'for the sake of poor Mary Hann! That's a generous fellow.

I like to see a man risen to eminence like you, having his heart in the right place.

When is to be the marriage, my boy ?' "'Capting S.' says I, 'my marridge consunns your most umble servnt a precious sight more than you;'-- and I gev him to understand I didn't want him to put in HIS ore--I wasn't afrayd of his whiskers, I prommis you, Capting as he was.

I'm a British Lion, I am as brayv as Bonypert, Hannible, or Holiver Crummle, and would face bagnits as well as any Evy drigoon of 'em all.
"Lady Hangelina, too, igspawstulated in her hartfl way.