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may be called attention); and likewise by the Father's patron, the Bavarian Ambassador, his Excellency Count Maximilian de Galgenstein.”
As old Wood came to these words, he paused to give them utterance.
“What! Max?” screamed Mrs. Hayes, letting her inkbottle fall over her ledgers.
“Why, be hanged if it ben't my father !” said Mr. Billings.
“Your father, sure enough, unless there be others of his name, and unless the scoundrel is hanged,” said the Doctor --sinking his voice, however, at the end of the sentence.
Mr. Billings broke his pipe in an agony of joy. “I think we'll have the coach now, mother,” says he ; " and I'm blessed if Polly Briggs shall not look as fine as a duchess.”
“Polly Briggs is a low slut, Tom, and not fit for the likes of you, his Excellency's son. Oh, fie ! You must be a gentleman, now, sirrah; and I doubt whether I shan't take you away from that odious tailor's shop altogether.”
To this proposition Mr. Billings objected altogether; for, besides. Mrs. Briggs before alluded to, the young gentleman was much attached to his master's daughter, Mrs. Margaret Gretel, or Gretchen Beinkleider.
“No,” says he. “ There will be time to think of that hereafter, ma'am. If my Pa makes a man of me, why, of course, the shop may go to the deuce, for what I care; but we had better wait, look you, for something certain, before we give up such a pretty bird in the hand as this.”
“He speaks like Solomon,” said the Doctor.
“I always said he would be a credit to his old mother, didn't I, Brock ?” cried Mrs. Cat, embracing her son 'very affectionately. "A credit to her; ay, I warrant, a real blessing! And dost thou want any money, Tom? for a lord's son must not go about without a few pieces in his pocket. And I tell thee, Tommy, thou must go and see his lordship; and thou shalt have a piece of brocade for a waistcoat, thou shalt; ay, and the silver-hilted sword I told thee of; but oh, Tommy, Tommy! have a care, and don't be adrawing of it in naughty company at the gaming-houses, or at the
“A drawing of fiddlesticks, mother! If I go to see my father, I must have a reason for it; and instead of going with a sword in my hand, I shall take something else in it."
"The lad is a lad of nous,” cried Dr. Wood, although his mother does spoil him so cruelly. Look you, Madame Cat: did you not hear what he said about Beinkleider and the clothes ? Tommy will just wait on the Count with his lordship's breeches.
A man may learn a deal of news in the trying on of a pair of breeches."
And so it was agreed that in this manner the son should at first make his appearance before his father. Mrs. Cat
gave him the piece of brocade, which, in the course of the day, was fashioned into a smart waistcoat (for Beinkleider's shop was close by, in Cavendish Square). Mrs. Gretel, with many blushes, tied a fine blue riband round his neck; and, in a pair of silk stockings, with gold buckles to his shoes, Master Billings looked a very proper young gentleman.
And, Tommy,” said his mother, blushing and hesitating, “should Max-should his lordship ask after your—want to know if your mother is alive, you can say she is, and well, and often talks of old times. And, Tommy” (after another pause), "you needn't say anything about Mr. Hayes ; only say I'm quite well.”.
Mrs. Hayes looked at him as he marched down the street, à long, long way.“ Tom was proud and gay in his new costume, and was not unlike his father. As she looked, lo! Oxford Street' disappeared, and she saw a green common, and a village, and a little inn. There was a soldier leading a pair of horses about on the green common; and in the inn sat a cavalier; so young, so merry, so beautiful! Oh, what slim white hands he had; and winning words, and tender, gentle blue eyes! Was it not an honour to a country lass that such a noble gentleman should look at her for a moment ? · Had he not some charm about him that she must needs obey when he whispered in her ear, “Come, follow me !! As she walked towards the lane that morning, how well she remembered each spot as she passed it, and the look it wore for the last time! How the smoke was rising from the pastures, how the fish were jumping and plashing in the mill-stream. There was the church, with all its windows lighted up with gold, and yonder were the reapers sweeping down the brown corn. : She tried to sing as she went up the hill—what was it? She could not remember; but oh, how well she remembered the sound of the horse's hoofs, as they came quicker, quicker-nearer, nearer ! How noble he looked on his great horse ! Was he thinking of her, or were they all silly words which he spoke last night, merely to pass away the time and deceive poor girls with ? Would he remember them, would he?
Cat, my dear,” here cried Mr. Brock, alias Captain, alias Dr. Wood, “here's the meat a-getting cold, and I am longing my
breakfast.” As they went in, he looked her hard in the face. “What, still at it, you silly girl? I've been watching you these five minutes, Cat; and be hanged but I think a word from Galgenstein, and you would follow him as a fly does a treacle-pot ?"
They went in to breakfast; but though there 'was a hot shoulder of mutton and onion-sauce-Mrs. Catherine's favourite dish-she never touched a morsel of it.
In the meanwhile Mr. Thomas Billings, in his new clothes which his mamma had given him, in his new riband which the fair Miss Beinkleider' had tied round his neck, and having his Excellency's breeches wrapped in a silk handkerchief in his right hand, turned down in the direction of Whitehall, where the Bavarian Envoy lodged. But, before he waited on him, Mr. Billings, being excessively pleased with his personal appearance, made an early visit to Mrs. Briggs, who lived in the neighbourhood of Swallow Street; and who, after expressing herself with much enthusiasm regarding her Tommy's good looks, immediately asked him what he would stand to drink ? Raspberry gin being suggested, a pint of that liquor was sent for; and so great was the confidence and intimacy subsisting between these two young people that the reader will be glad to hear that Mrs. Polly accepted every shilling of the money which Tom Billings had received from his mamma the day before ; nay, could with difficulty be prevented from seizing upon the cutvelvet breeches which he was carrying to the nobleman for
whom they were made. Having paid his adieux to Mrs. Polly, Mr. Billings departed to visit his father.
INTERVIEW BETWEEN COUNT GALGENSTEIN AND MASTER
THOMAS BILLINGS, WHEN HE INFORMS THE COUNT OF
I DON'T know in all this miserable world a more miserable spectacle than that of a young fellow of five or six and forty. The British army, that nursery of valour, turns out many of the young fellows I mean : who, having flaunted in dragoon uniforms from seventeen to six-and-thirty; having bought, sold, or swapped during that period some two hundred horses; having played, say fifteen thousand games at billiards ; having drunk some six thousand bottles of wine; having consumed a reasonable number of Nugee coats, split many dozen pairs of high-heeled Hoby boots, and read the newspaper and the army-list duly, retire from the service when they have attained their eighth lustre, and saunter through the world, trailing from London to Cheltenham, and from Boulogne to Paris, and from Paris to Baden, their idleness, their ill-health, and their ennui. “In the morning of youth, ” and when seen along with whole troops of their companions, these flowers look gaudy and brilliant enough ; but there is no object more dismal than one of them alone, and in its autumnal or seedy state. My friend, Captain Popjoy, is one of them who has arrived at this condition, and whom everybody knows by, his title of Father Pop. A kinder, simpler, more empty-headed fellow does not exist. He is forty-seven years old, and appears a young, good-looking man of sixty. At the time of the Army of Occupation he really was as goodlooking a man as any in the Dragoons. He now uses all sorts of stratagems to cover the bald place on his head, by combing certain thin gray side-locks over it. He has, in revenge, a pair of enormous moustaches, which he dyes of the richest blue-black. His nose is a good deal larger and redder than it used to be; his eyelids have grown flat and heavy; and a little pair of red, watery eyeballs float in the midst of them : it seems as if the light which was once in those sickly green pupils had extravasated into the white part of the eye. If Pop's legs are not so firm and muscular as they used to be in those days when he took such leaps into White's buckskins, in revenge
his waist is much larger. He wears a very good coat, however, and a waistband, which he lets out after dinner. Before ladies he blushes and is as silent as a schoolboy." He calls them “modest women.” His society is chiefly among young lads belonging to his former profession. He knows the best wine to be had at each tavern or café, and the waiters treat him with much respectful familiarity. He knows the names of every one of them; and shouts out, “ Send Markwell here!”. or, “Tell Cuttriss to give us a bottle of the yellow seal!” or “Dizzy poo, Monsure Borrel, noo donny shampang frappy," eta He always makes the salad or the punch, and dines out three hundred days in the year : the other days you see him in a two-franc eating-house at Paris, or prowling about Rupert Street or St. Martin's Court, where you get a capital cut of meat for eightpence. He has decent lodgings and scrupulously clean linen; his animal functions are still tolerably well-preserved, his spiritual have evaporated long since; he sleeps well, has no conscience, believes himself to be a respectable fellow, and is tolerably happy on the days when he is asked out to dinner.
Poor Pop is not very high in the scale of created beings; but, if you fancy there is none lower, you are in egregious
There was once a man who had a mysterious exhibition of an animal quite unknown to naturalists, called "the wusser.” Those curious individuals who desired to see the wusser were introduced into an apartment where appeared before them nothing more than a little lean, shrivelled, hideous, blear-eyed, mangy pig. Every one cried out “Swindle!” and “ Shame !?? “Patience, gentlemen, be heasy," said the showman : “ look at that there hanimal; it's a perfect phenomaly of hugliness : I engage you never see such a pig." Nobody ever had seen. “Now, gentlemen," said he, “I'll keep my promise, has per bill; and bad as that there pig is, look at this here” (he showed another). ;“Look at this here, and you'll see at once that it's a wusser." . In like manner the