Blewitt's man did : it was, — " Well, Mr. Blewitt, what
capital seagars ! Have you one for a friend to smoak ?"
(The old fox, it wasn't only the seagars he was a smoak-
in !) " Walk in," says Mr. Blewitt ; and they began a
chaffin together ; master very ankshous about the young
grntleman who had come to hve in our chambers, Mr.
Dawkins, and always coming back to that subject, —
sayin that people on the same stairMs ot to be frenly ;
how glad he'd be, for his part, to know Mr. Dick Blew-
itt, and any friend of his, and so on. Mr. Dick, how-
sever, seamed quite aware of the trap laid for him. " I
really don't no this Dawkins," says he : " he's a chis-
monger's son, I hear ; and tho' I've exchanged visits
with him, I doant intend to continyou the acquaintance,
— not wishin to assoshate with that kind of pipple."
So they went on, master fishin, and Mr. Blewitt not
wishin to take the hook at no price.
"Confound the vulgar thief!" muttard my master,
as he was laying on his sophy, after being so very iU ;
" I've poisoned myself with his infernal tobacco, and he
has foiled me. The cursed swindling boor ! he thinks
he'll ruin this poor cheesemonger, does he ? I'll step in,
and warn him."

I thought I should bust a laffin, when he talked in
this style. I knew very well what his " warning" meant,
— lockin the stable-door, but stealin the boss fust.
44 THE YELLOWPLDSH PAPERS.
Next day, his strattygam for becoming acquainted
witt Mr. DawMns, we exicuted, and very pritty it was.
