My gloves are gone after the hat, I suppose?" said Flourish, 66 they are not to be found where I left them."

"They have kid-did them, as the artist calls it," answered the waiter; "that is boned them; or, in other words converted them to their own use, under the idea they were their own. Mistakes will happen you know, gentlemen."

"You are a wag," observed Sprightly, "and a punster into the bargain! but the sooner we are off the better, now we are wide-awake! Ha! ha! ha!"

"True, my boy, true," answered Makemoney-"it won't do to be caught napping again. What is the hour, waiter ?"

"We take no note of time here, sir,” replied the waiter, "our visitors, in general, have a very little to do with time, except the loss of it."

"Severe; but just!" remarked Flourish, "Sprightly, you can tell us the hour?"

On Sprightly putting his hand to his pocket-his jollity forsook him in an instant, and his countenance was changed altogether" My watch is gone!" said he.

"Gone!" exclaimed the old Citizen," Impossible!"

"Gone!" observed Flourish," you mistake; feel for it again!" "But you had a guard to it," said Turf, with a smile on his face; "and I thought from the look of it, a very strong one." "The guard, watch, and seals are all gone!" answered Sprightly, "I must have slept sound, indeed, not to have felt any tug at it."

"If your guard has deserted you," replied Flourish, "it is hopeless. Are your teeth all safe? Ha! ha! ha!"

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"The snoozing system is always a dangerous one, where property is concerned," observed the waiter, with a sneer, but we lost our dial one night, when our eyes were open, and wide awake. There is no guard-ing against such events."

"If that was the case," said Makemoney-"it is high time to be missing; or, we may be lost ourselves; and a reward offered for us; ha! ha! ha! Let us keep our own secrets, that we may not have the laugh of the public against us."

"Be it so," said Turf," therefore, as soon as we can, let us hide ourselves in a drag, it will not do to show ourselves in the street at this time of day. A hackney coach was immediately at the door, the Pilgrims jumped into it, without delay, and in a very short time they found themselves comfortably seated in Makemoney's drawing-room, when Flourish exclaimed," After all that I have seen, 6 L'experience est la maitresse des fous!"

CHAPTER XIV.

The Pilgrims in training-a horse cannot always be running at the top of his speed; and the strongest men require rest when they put NATURE to the test. FLOURISH, Sprightly, and MAKEMONEY restored to their pristine state of health, and anxious to start upon another cruize. The Pilgrims once more on the Thames, enjoying all its nautical grandeur, united with the picturesque and pleasing variety of its scenery, developed on its banks. A character on board of the steamer-an ENGLISH DON JUAN-a man of sentiment-an appalling picture of the destruction occasioned, by dissipation and libertinism on the human frame: a portrait for inconsiderate young men to analyze, before it is too late, in all its bearings-depicted by TURF in an artist-like manner. Modern Antiquity; or, the mansion built with stones from old London Bridge-its various comical designations and allusions by the passengers, who pass and repass up and down the River. A sketch of the Proprietor, by the old CitiMAKEMONEY determined to participate in the amusements of GRAVESEND, without any restraint; according to the maxim, that when you are at Rome, do as Rome does.' Remarks, by the old Citizen, on the rapid rise of Gravesend in the estimation of the public, as a convenient and fashionable watering-place-contrasted with his boyhood days, to the downhill of life. With a variety of other circumstances which presented themselves to the PILGRIMs, during their trip to Gravesend :

zen.

There's a magnet OLD THAMES firmly holds in his mouth,

To which all sorts of merchandize tend;

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And the trade of all nations-WEST, NORTH, EAST, and SOUTH

Like the needle, points right to-GRAVESEND!

AFTER a storm comes a calm, it is said, and some little time occurred before the Pilgrims were again ready to start: they were compelled to undergo a kind of training, to recover from the effects of the Vauxhall row.

The black eye of Flourish induced him to keep within side of his house for a short period-he had too much good sense to show himself to the public; and, under any circumstances, nothing has so much the appearance of 'low life!' about a man's face, as that of a damaged eye.

Sprightly's nose, in point of look, was equally unpleasant to

his feelings; and he likewise preferred retirement, rather than brave the laugh and jeers of his acquaintance and friends; until time and repeated applications should have restored it to its original character.

Makemoney had nothing outwardly against his appearance; therefore, he could hobble about under an excuse of an attack of the gout; and Turf, retreated to his cottage, to enjoy the country air, and laugh at the plight in which he had left the Pilgrims. Thus matters stood for a short period.

However, possessing all the enjoyments of life at home, time did not hang heavily upon their hands, although they did not stir outside their doors. But at length, all impediments vanished, and a trip to GRAVESEND was carried mem. con. Timely intimation of their wishes were communicated to Turf; and he, without delay, sent the following letter:

To one and all of you.

My dear Pilgrims!

"Turf Cottage――

I hope that none of your friends, Flourish, can now say that black is the white of your eye. Also, that Sprightly's bowsprit will soon be ready for actual service; and I rejoice to hear, the tough old Commodore, Peter Makemoney, Esq., will again hoist his flag for another cruize. Success to all sound hearts, and true bottoms. The loss of the Commodore's hat in his last voyage, is of no moment to me, when I am assured that his head is all right. I met, yesterday, poor Penelope, on Richmond Hill, brim-full of grief, for the loss of her heart-which, she says, she has never heard of since she was in company with O dear, what can the matter be?' But every man to his own business, therefore, I say, Gravesend, ahoy! I will be with you, my jolly boys, in good time. Your's to the end of life, CHARLES TURF."

To the Pilgrims.

"I am heartily glad that he has accepted of our invitation," said Makemoney, "either at home or abroad-over the bottle, or in any other shape, he is an invaluable companion. Turf, in my mind, is exactly the character which Shakspeare describes:A merrier man, I never met withal.

The night before starting, Turf arrived in London: and a jolly evening was the result: but sobriety the leading feature. The next morning they were all on board of the steamer before the bell gave notice-" off she goes!"

On the Pilgrims entering the saloon, accompanied by Turf, the latter almost stood aghast with horror and surprise, on beholding a person once well known at the West end of the town in all the gay circles of society, propped up in one corner and wrapped in a heavy cloak to keep himself warm; his face was deadly pale; in fact, he was an illustration of those emphatic words, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing; yet it did not appear from the effects of age. His voice was completely gone; and it appeared like a hollow whisper when he addressed Turf-" Don't you know me Mr. Turf? I think I