Penny Dreadfuls, 1844 · page 184 of 399
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THE STEAM PACKET, 135 and shoulders without biti aery particular as to their applica- tion. Fs pau, ag peak of the richness of your banegidae: ” said the commis- sioner; ‘me tink it de poorest inde vorld. What for you say draw in so many different ways? Dra de cork, and draw wid de pencil ; draw up a bill, and draw up a bucket. What say de provarbe? ‘ Zvo much of nothing ts good for every ting !’”’ ) ‘‘Gammon about draw!” exclaimed Mr. Gibbins. ‘I shouldn’t mind drawing the claret of any dozen Mounseers as you could bring agin me.” ‘““ Well, ‘ what zs good for agues is good for de glanders,’”’ said the commissioner cooly. ‘‘ When I stay at Margate some tree year go, my friend say, ‘I go for sale dis day, you shall go wis me.’—I say, ‘ Wis pleasure;’ so I tink he was go for make buy someting—but he shall mean a sad in de boat. Den ve shall meet one ver drunk | man. My friend say, ‘He is ver fresh.’ When we shall go on de water he shall say ‘ De wind is ver fresh.’ We eat of dé fish, which he also say ver fresh. Den I am astonish to my friend, and tink how I shall ‘ hzt de right nail upon his head.’ ”’ ‘* Ah! I des say you’d a liked to have sarved bint out,” said Tom complacently: ‘‘but go on, sir: I likes your conwersation wery much.” ‘We shall have ver pleasant sail. My friend look up, and say, ‘Ah! ha! de sail dam ver well.’ Draw again! and as I no under- stand him, I say, ‘ One odd is as good as one wink from a blind — horse.’ He smile, cos he tink as me say ‘ that he draw de long bow.’ I tink of myself to see him play ver well on de top of de violin; and I was glad for know what is dat draw; so I say, ‘I navare shall see one person dat draw de long bow so ver much.’ Den he was littel arrage, and I find as de provarbe shall say dat I was ‘ out of de fiying pan into a fryer.” ‘¢ Vell, I’m blowed to eternal h—l,” said Tom, uttering divers other ~ oaths which we do not choose to record here, ‘if von ain’t rayther inclined to believe that the English langvidge is in Queer-street, arter a-hearin’ you lectur’ so elegantly on its purticklar faults.” ‘Well, I continue with de observation,” said the commissioner, gautlatcatly smoothing his moustache: ‘“‘I] say to my friend I no understand his mean, He say, ‘I shall be satisfaction it was not in- sult me; but from your manner I was led to draw de inference.’ When we shall come backward from de sail, I was saw two men fight- ing in de street. My friend cry, ‘Dat is right, littel von; dram his claret, and den he shall draw in his horns.’ I look round—I see no CONNIECLOOOLK<S (©)