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it is not becoming in times like these, more especially, when it is considered that the cavaliers are not overburthened-with what you understand me, gentlemen-I need say no more. word to the wise is enough. So, gentlemen and ladies," taking off his glass, "here is my humble service to you;" adding, " Mrs. Gotobed-now do let me beg of you to cover your neck a little at any rate-for as sure as I live you will take cold, exposed as you are to the air."

It was the custom of the times, for those ladies who affected the newly imported fashions from France-to expose their bosoms; a custom more agreeable to the single gallants, than to the sober married citizens. "Fortunately for the amateurs of this living show of carnations," as Bob Fuller, the painter, observed to Tom D'Urfey, "this morning's atmosphere is mild and beautiful as May about to wed with June." Even certain aged men, the old gallants, were wont to say, on looking back to this memorable sight "O! what a day was that of the Restoration !"

When Mordecai returned with the dog, the cavaliers, who had already arrived, were seated

in the first floor, (the room called the Apollo) at a splendid cold collation. "Why, what a chace you have had," said Betterton-" you are famous footed, Mordecai; and, as Shakspeare says, I would give a thousand pounds, I could run as fast as thou canst.'

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"Vot a pritty tog, chentlemens-ish it not ladies?" addressing the two hostesses, still holding him in his arms, supporting the kettle, that the weight might not further hurt his tail, which was sufficiently injured by the string with which it was girt; for by the jirking of the kettle, it had nearly cut it to the bone. "Poor fellow," said the Jew, patting him gently, whilst Tom D'Urfey undid the ligature with the scissors of mine hostess, and the sagacious animal gratefully licked the hand that yet gave him pain in setting him free.

"Thou art a right good fellow," said Davenant, as soon as the dog was put upon his feet, who wagged his tail, and thrust his cold nose against every one's hand to be caressed; "an excellent fellow, Mordecai," and pouring out a brimmer of wine, come let us drink together."

"Not if you please," said Mordecai. "I vosh rather vait, and take a little just now, below with the trumpeters, I am obliged all at the same times." The refusal was made in sheer modesty.

"Take your wine my hearty," replied Sir William, when seizing his hand, he added, "the fellow who will fight as thou hast done in the cause of benevolence, be he Jew or be he Gentile, is right worthy to partake of the cup with a king!"

When Tom D'Urfey, as if inspired by the occasion, burst out with great glee,

Let me drink with the fellow of temper so warm,
He'd encounter the foe

With the front of a lion;

Yet so gentle withal, he'd not injure a worm,

But as for

Such a hearty I tell you

A friend may rely on;

your Simons who peer by a pool,
With a rod and a line,

For ten hours together;

With a maggot at one end, at t'other a fool,
Who drink water to boot,

Such are not worth a feather:

Sing-Old codger, cockchafer, nibble and bite,
O! these are the pleasures of fishing.

There is old neighbour Izaak will squat by the hour, With Cotton, and Colin,

Let 'em sit if they chuse,

Singing ditties, the pretties in midst of the shower; As for me I hate water,

Aye-e'en in my shoes;

Then leave asses like these to sit watching a float
Skilled in skinning a tad-pole,

Or gutting a minny;

Whilst the cunning old Monks, fattened fish in a moat, And left angling to Izaak,

And Cotton the ninney:

Sing-Old codger, cockchafer, nibble and bite,
O! these are the pleasures of fishing.

There's Caleb's squire cook, he can spitch-cock an eel, Or toss up a carp,

In a bottle of claret;

Set a pike on the board, white as fillet of veal;
Stew a tench, a John Doree,

A bream, or a mullet :

But as for old Izaak, who tells with delight,
How he coddles his fish

With some old mother civil,

I'd as soon be well cudgelled-as feast with the fright, Let my fish be well dressed

By the cook at the Devil:

Sing-Old codger, cockchafer, nibble and bite,

O! these are the pleasures of fishing.

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"Well done, my D'Urfey," said Davenant, you have a world of malice against the old draper; though with you I hate your fellows who delight in torturing their fellow creatures."

"It vosh a great crimes against him vot made us all, Mishter D'Urfey," said the Jew, who stood behind the chair of the wit, whilst he sang his song. "Now here ish this tog," patting him, "come mine poor fellow-how nicely his hair vosh curl. Godamighty, vot a shame! who voud believe, vot vun of the old king's breed on a day like the present, voudent be protected from persecution and malice, from the multitudes of peoplesh, vot fill the streets and houses, to behold his son vot ish the lawful king, come home again to reign, and to rule and govern in the sheat of his forefathers.”

"You speak like a sensible good hearted fellow," said Betterton, when Mordecai, who had received his instructions from mine host, went into the next room to the balcony, to escort the trumpeters to get some refreshment in their quarters below.

The party were now joined by a number of choice spirits, and the bottle began to circulate;