were smoaking 2. And they talked about the granjer of France and the
perfidgusness of England, and looked at the aluminated pictur of Madame
Wharton as Haryadney till bedtime. But befor he slep, he finished
his letter you may be sure, and called it his "Fust Imprestiuns of
Anglyterre."

"Mind and wake me early," he said to Boots, the ony Brittish subject in
the "Hotel de l'Ail," and who therefore didn't understand him. "I wish
to be at Smithfield at 6 hours to see THE MEN SELL THEIR WIVES." And the
young roag fell asleep, thinking what sort of a one he'd buy.

This was the way Jools passed his days, and got infamation about
Hengland and the Henglish--walking round and round Lester Squarr all
day, and every day with the same company, occasionally dewussified by an
Oprer Chorus-singer or a Jew or two, and every afternoon in the Quadrant
admiring the genteal sosiaty there. Munseer Jools was not over well
funnisht with pocket-money, and so his pleasure was of the gratis sort
cheafly.

Well, one day as he and a friend was taking their turn among the
aristoxy under the Quadrant--they were struck all of a heap by
seeing--But, stop! who WAS Jools's friend? Here you have pictures of
both--but the Istory of Jools's friend must be kep for another innings.


II.


Not fur from that knowble and cheerflie Squear which Munseer Jools de
Chacabac had selacted for his eboad in London--not fur, I say, from