respect—all is fish that comes to net: they never let a chance go by them."

On searching his pockets, the nephew, in a violent rage, exclaimed, "By G-d, I have lost my pocket-book, notes, memorandums, &c., and all my loose cash. I thought, now I recollect it, I felt a sort of tugging at my pockets; but I did not suspect I was being robbed."

"There has been no tugging, sir," said the policeman; "you may perceive your coat has been cut with a sharp instrument. You could not have felt it."

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“Then I am not the only victim!" answered Makemoney, half inclined to smile and be jocose about his loss; we now are poor Pilgrims, indeed! without money, it is true, but not without a home. Therefore, it might have been worse; and the best thing we can do is to put a good face upon the matter, and try to forget the circumstance as soon as possible."

"You, sir, are a rich man,” replied Jem, "and the loss, I am aware, is a more aggravating sort of thing than the actual value you have been robbed of; but to me it is of a more serious nature, being entirely dependant on your bounty. It is, notwithstanding, truly mortifying to be served out in such a manner, without the slightest chance of recovering the property lost, because the thief or thieves are unknown to either of us.

"Never mind, Jem," said Makemoney, "you shall be none the worse for it." On searching his pockets once more-" Come, come," said he, "the rogues have not been quite so treacherous as I expected-they have not taken all I had. I find I have got a couple of sovereigns safe in my waistcoat; and we shall see Flourish soon, and I know he has always plenty of money about him; therefore, we cannot be at a loss to carry on the Pilgrimage. So let us imitate JOB-be patient under our sufferings-put up with our losses, and like stoics-shew a merry face that Flourish may not have the laugh against us, and meet him with all the fun and good humour attached to our character, as if nothing had happened."

"There is nothing like philosophy in this life, sir," answered Jem, "I am convinced; and silence also is the best friend a man can have on his side, if he knows how to turn it to his advantage: therefore, I once more urge silence, sir, when you see Flourish."

"Your advice is good," replied his uncle, "and respecting our loss, I shall be as close as a pill box!"

CHAPTER VII.

The SHOW FOLKS! Talents outside of the Theatre; or, HOW to "pull 'em in!" An original Comic Song, embellished with patois, but quite in character; and a word or two respecting the chances and profession of an Actor. Recollections of the late MUSTER Richardson, entitled to RECORD, according to the INTRINSIC value set upon mankind by a great public writer. The miseries attached to Strollers sixty years ago. The dangers of a doublebedded apartment! The serious effects from too much learning the light headed PIG to wit-a caution to Students. A glance at the CHOICE SPIRITS of the olden times-Players, Poets, Painters, Authors, &c.

Praising what is lost

Makes the remembrance more dear!

The late EDMUND KEAN and the Show Folks-his flattering reception at the Court of George the Third-Talent will make its way. A wet scene; or, too much of water hadst thou, OXBERRY! The flight of Ducks! a singular adventure. How to avoid an Act of Parliament: a Play Bill for Dummies! Liberal Traits of the late Mrs. JORDAN-more anon. Comparisons (not odious) between the illustrious JOHN KEMBLE, of classical notoriety, and the matter-of-fact Showman. Hear, and decide! A few sentences by way of EPITAPH-a trifling remembrance to the memory of the late Muster Richardson :

Praises on tombs are trifles vainly spent.

MAKEMONEY and Sprightly now made towards the fair with all the haste in their power; and after encountering a good deal of bustle and pushing against the holyday people in the streets, who all appeared to be in a great hurry, they arrived amongst the show folks :

Behold the Fair!
Crowded to excess with smiling, joyous
Faces! And a glorious scene of noise,
Bustle, and confusion, from one end
Of it to the other! With ev'ry thing
To attract the eye, please the fancy, and
Amuse the mind! A complete picture of
A free people-rude independence to
The echo! Pushing and jostling along
With that prevailing spirit of freedom
Inherent in the breasts of Englishmen :
JACK with his JILL, and in thought of value
Equal to the richest man in the Fair!

Rank entirely out of the question!
Such are the feelings of Britons. Hear the
Rival Clowns challenging each other for

A battle of brains! The loud laugh! Huzzas
Of the crowd at the quaint sayings-funny
Faces-and salt-box tricks of the old
Mountebanks. Valk up! Valk up! The Players
Are here, by the King's permission, to
Amuse his kind, loving subjects, at this
Particular season of the year, and

No mistake! Come, my worthy Masters and
Mistresses, lose no time, if you wish to
See and hear the unknown conjuror
From the other side of the world, who
Can make every hair of your head as
Thick as a broomstick, by the touch of his
Magic wand-if you don't obey his call!
Hallo! Hallo! Here's the larned

Pig, who can tell more with his feet than all
The Nobs put together at the high-bred

Universities with their heads! Only

Come and see! Look out! Look out! Wonders will

Never cease! There never wos such times as

These are! Open your eyes, and pick your ears

This is the booth that contains the only

Man Salamander in the world, who can
Whop the Fire King into shivers! He is
Employed by the Steam Navigation

For the next five hundred years-because his
Breath is hotter than any fiery

Furnace! He can propel six steam vessels

At once, by the movement of his tongue!

Come up here! Come up here! And see the horse

That can beat the celebrated TAGLIONI

For stepping out-and give that prime piece of
Furniture any thing she asks. All the
Zoologicals are mad to get him: But
They won't! Go-it-along' isn't to be had!
Here, my little boys and girls, come and take
A peep, and see what you can see! You can't
Lay out a halfpenny better to improve
Your mind, and become acquainted with rich
Historical facts against you come out'
In life! Look and behold, on the left side
Of the picture, the weeping willow which
O'erhangs the tomb of the great Napoleon
At St. Helena! and then turn your eyes
To the right, and view the splendid
Monument in St. George's Chapel, Windsor,
Erected to the late Princess Charlotte,
Shewing you 66 to this complexion you

Must come at last!" Never mind such epitaphs-
Have a swing? Exercise is the thing for
Health-so, lose no time, but up you go! What
A pity it is, this Carnival lasts

Only for three days! A severe blow to

The FUNNIMENTS of LONDON-so full of
Whim, frolic, uproar, noise, row, mirth, and good
Humour! Well calculated to disperse

The Blue Devils,' and please mankind-at the
End of which it becomes like the baseless

Fabric of a vision-touch and go

Until Time flies to give another Fair

A local habitation!

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They had scarcely ascended the platform at Richardson's Theatre, when Flourish appeared close at their heels. Well, my boy," said Makemoney, "I am glad to see you again, and may now assert, that we PILGRIMS are once more complete. I hope, Flourish, yon have had a pleasant afternoon of it-the company of the ladies truly felicitous-and that you have also parted with them pleasant and happy? Protestations of love! -friendship without interest; and all that sort of thing, which hangs upon the lips of a man of fashion and gallantry, when bidding adieu, or taking farewell of ladies."

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Why, sir, that is not exactly the real state of the case," said Flourish," I hope I shall never lose sight of true gallantry, or that kind of attention and politeness, which are at all times due to ladies. But you are quite aware that I should not have left your excellent company, and also that of your nephew, but I have the poet's excuse for it :—

When a lady's in the case,

All other things must give place!

Therefore, on the score of politeness, I strolled about the park with them for an hour or more; when I took a most respectful leave of the Duchess and her two daughters; but with no renewal of another meeting-no protestations of love-nor any thing else, that could induce them to suppose, that I was anxious to meet again! No, no-I am not to be caught with shadows-fine clothes and outside show are 66 trifles light as air" with me, although, I must admit, their society was delightful; and upon all the different topics of the day, they were truly eloquent-literature, music, the fine arts, fashion, &c. But Frank Flourish, however the term may be reproachful—is a more calculating sort of fellow! He looks before he leaps !'" Bravo, Frank," observed Jem, "bad taste on your part was impossible! and weakness of mind entirely out of the question! Cold as ice!-Freezing point!-Love is madness !—Lunatics only are in love!-Ha! ha! I know, (winking his eye to his uncle,) you was the lad not to be had. Frank Flourish is too well read in the ways of the world, to be picked up as a flat !” Enough of this," replied Flourish, half nettled at the echo of his former advice. "Let us know how you have passed your time in my absence. I have no doubt but it was very

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methodical ?"

Frank, there was "On the contrary,

"Methodical, indeed! and let me tell you, nothing like method about it!" said Jem. it was all gaiety, and the spur of the moment. Ring,' was one of the delightful movements nevertheless, I could not persuade my uncle pleasures of the game.

"Kissing in the on the turf; but to enter into the