HE coach was in the yard, shining very much all over, but without any horses to it as yet; and it looked in that state as if nothing was more unlikely than its ever going to Lon don. I was thinking this, and wondering what would ultimately become of my box, which Mr. Barkis had put down on the yard-pavement by the pole (he having driven up the yard to turn his cart), and also what would ultimately become of me, when a lady looked out of a bow-window where some fowls and joints of meat were hanging up, and said: "Is that the little gentleman from Blunderstone?" "If you're Master Murdstone," said the lady, why do you go and give another name first?" I explained to the lady how it was, who then rang a bell, and called out, "William ! show the coffee-room!" upon which a waiter came running out of a kitchen on the opposite side of the yard to show it, and seemed a good deal surprised when he found he was only to show it to me. I thanked him; and took my seat at the board; but found it extremely difficult to handle my knife and fork with anything like dexterity, or to avoid splashing myself with the gravy, while he was standing opposite, staring so hard, and making me blush in the most dreadful manner every time I caught his eye. After watching me into the second chop, he said: "There's half a pint of ale for you. Will you have it now?" I thanked him, and said "Yes." Upon which he poured it out of a jug into a large tumbler, and held it up against the light, and made it look beautiful. "My eye!" he said. "It seems a good deal, don't it?" "It does seem a good deal," I answered, with a smile. For it was quite delightful to me to find him so pleasant. He was a twinkling-eyed, pimple-faced man, with his hair standing upright all over his head; and as he stood with one arm a-kimbo, holding up the glass to the light with the other hand, he looked quite friendly. "There was a gentleman here yesterday," he said "a stout gentleman, by the name of Topsawyer-perhaps you know him!" 66 "No," I said, "I don't think "In breeches and gaiters, broad-brimmed hat, grey coat, speckled choker," said the waiter. "No," I said, bashfully, "I haven't the pleasure "He came in here," said the waiter, looking at the light through the tumbler, "ordered a glass of this ale-would order it-I told him not-drank it, and fell dead. It was too old for him. It oughtn't to be drawn; that's the fact." I was very much shocked to hear of this melancholy accident, and said I thought I had better have some water. 66 66 It was a large long room with some large maps Why, you see," said the waiter, still looking at in it. I doubt if I could have felt much stranger the light through the tumbler, with one of his if the had been real foreign countries, and I eyes shut up, maps our people don't like things being cast away in the middle of them. I felt it was ordered and left. It offends 'em. But I'll drink taking a liberty to sit down, with my cap in my it, if you like. I'm used to it, and use is everyhand, on the corner of the chair nearest the door; thing. I don't think it'll hurt me, if I throw my and when the waiter laid a cloth on purpose for head back, and take it off quick. Shall I ?" me, and put a set of casters on it, I think I must have turned red all over with modesty. He brought me some chops and vegetables, and took the covers off in such a bouncing manner that I was afraid I must have given him some offence. But he greatly relieved my mind by putting a chair for me at the table, and saying very affably, "Now, six-foot! come on!" I replied that he would much oblige me by drinking it, if he thought he could do it safely, but by no means otherwise. When he did throw his head back, and take it off quick, I had a horrible fear, I confess, of seeing him meet the fate of the lamented Mr. Topsawyer, and fall lifeless on the carpet. But it didn't hurt him. On the contrary, I thought he seemed the fresher for it, "What have we got here?" he said, putting a tablespoon, "is my favourite pudding! Ain't that fork into my dish. "Not chops?" lucky? Come on, little 'un, and let's see who'll get most." 66 Chops," I said. it was all gone, as if his enjoyment of it lasted still. good appetite, to my extreme satisfaction. He | pudding so much, I think; and he laughed, when afterwards took another chop and another potato; and after that another chop and another potato. When we had done, he brought me a pudding, and having set it before me, seemed to ruminate, and to become absent in his mind for some moments. "How's the pie?" he said, rousing himself. "It's a pudding," I made answer. 66 "Pudding!" he exclaimed. "Why bless me, so it is! What!" looking at it nearer. "You don't mean to say it's a batter-pudding!" "Yes, it is indeed." Finding him so very friendly and companionable, it was then that I asked for the pen and ink and paper, to write to Peggotty. He not only brought it immediately, but was good enough to look over me while I wrote the letter. When I had finished it, he asked me where I was going to school. I said, "Near London," which was all I knew. "Why, a batter-pudding," he said, taking up a spirited, "I am sorry for that." CO His I could not disguise from myself, or from the waiter, that this was an uncomfortable incidence, and inquired how it was done. answer was not cheering to my spirits, for it consisted of two dismal words, "With whopping." The blowing of the coach-horn in the yard was a seasonable diversion, which made me get up and hesitatingly inquire, in the mingled pride and diffidence of having a purse (which I took out of my pocket), if there were anything to pay. "There's a sheet of letter-paper," he returned. "Did you ever buy a sheet of letter-paper?" I could not remember that I ever had. "It's dear," he said, "on account of the duty. Threepence. That's the way we're taxed in this country. There's nothing else, except the waiter. Never mind the ink. I lose by that." "What should you-what should I—how much ought I to-what would it be right to pay the waiter, if you please?" I stammered, blushing. "If I hadn't a family, and that family hadn't the cowpock," said the waiter, "I wouldn't take a sixpence. If I didn't support a aged pairint and a lovely sister"-here the waiter was greatly agitated "I wouldn't take a farthing. If I had a good place, and was treated well here, I should beg acceptance of a trifle, instead of taking of it. But I live on broken wittles, and I sleep on the coals" -here the waiter burst into tears. I was very much concerned for his misfortunes, and felt that any recognition short of ninepence would be mere brutality and hardness of heart. Therefore I gave him one of my three bright shillings, which he received with much humility and veneration, and spun up with his thumb, directly afterwards, to try the goodness of. It was a little disconcerting to me to find, when I was being helped up behind the coach, that I was supposed to have eaten all the dinner without any assistance. I discovered this from overhearing the lady in the bow-window say to the guard, "Take care of that child, George, or he'll burst!" and from observing that the women servants who were about the place came out to look and giggle at me as a young phenomenon. My unfortunate friend the waiter, who had quite recovered his spirits, did not appear to be disturbed by this, but joined in the general admiration without being at all confused. If I had any doubt of him, I suppose this half-awakened it; but I am inclined to believe that with the simple confidence of a child, and the natural reliance of a child upon superior years (qualities I am very sorry any children should prematurely change for worldly wisdom), I had no serious mistrust of him on the whole, even then. K THE DEATH OF THE SWISS GUARD.* ING LOUIS meanwhile had laid him phasis, That they will obey all, will suffer all, that they are sure men these. And so the yellow lamplight dies out in the gray of morning, in the King's Palace, over such a scene. Scene of jostling, elbowing, of confusion, and indeed conclusion, for the thing is about to end. Ræderer and spectral Ministers jostle in the press; consult, in side-cabinets, with one or with both Majesties. Sister Elizabeth takes the Queen to the window: "Sister, see what a beautiful sunrise," right over the Jacobins' Church and that quarter! How happy if the tocsin did not yield! But Mandat returns not; Pétion is gone: much hangs wavering in the invisible Balance. About five o'clock, there rises from the Garden a kind of sound; as of a shout which had become a howl, By permission of Messrs. Chapman and Hall. |