ments in it thirteen months—sometimes one
thing, sometimes another, sometimes nothin
particular, but alwaysall the canvasses outside.
One night, when we had played the last
company out, which was a shy company through
its raining Heavens hard, I was takin a
pipe in the one pair back along with the young
man with the toes, which I had taken on for
a month (though he never drawed—except
on paper), and I heard a kickin at the
street door. " Halloa! " I says to the young
man, " what's up! " He rubs his eyebrows
with his toes, and he says, " I can't imagine,
Mr. Magsman " which he never could
imagine nothin, and was monotonous
company.

The noise not leavin off, I laid down my
pipe, and I took up a candle, and I went down
and opened the door. I looked out into the
street; but nothin could I see, and nothin
was I aware of, until I turned round
quick, because some creetur run between
my legs into the passage. There was Mr.
Chops!

"Magsman," he says, "take me, on the
hold terms, and you've got me; if it's done,
say done!"

I was all of a maze, but I said, " Done,
sir."

"Done to your done, and double done!"
says he. " Have you got a bit of supper in
the house?"

Bearin in mind them sparklin warieties
of foreign drains as we'd guzzled away at in
Pall Mall, I was ashamed to offer him cold
sassages and gin-and- water; but he took 'em
both and took 'em free; havin a chair for his
table, and sittin down at it on a stool,
like hold times. I, all of a maze all the
while.

It was arter he had made a clean sweep of
the sassages (beef, and to the best of my
calculations two pound and a quarter), that the
wisdom as was in that little man, began to
come out of him like prespiration.

"Magsman," he says, " look upon me! You
see afore you, One as has both gone into
Society and come out."

"Oh! You are out of it, Mr. Chops? How
did you get out, sir?"

"SOLD OUT!" says he. You never saw the
like of the wisdom as his Ed expressed, when
he made use of them two words.

"My friend Magsman, I'll impart to you
a discovery I've made. It's wallable; it's
cost twelve thousand five hundred pound; it
may do you good in life.—The secret of
this matter is, that it ain't so much that a
person goes into Society, as that Society goes
into a person."

Not exactly keeping up with his meanin,
I shook my head, put on a deep look, and
said, " You're right there, Mr. Chops."

"Magsman," he says, twitchin me by the.
leg, " Society has gone into me, to the tune of
every penny of my property."

I felt that I went pale, and though natrally
a bold speaker, I couldn't hardly say,
"Where's Normandy?"

"Bolted. With the plate," said Mr.
Chops.

"And t'other one? "—meaning him as
formerly wore the bishop's mitre.

"Bolted. With the jewels," said Mr.
Chops.

I sat down and looked at him, and he stood
up and looked at me.

"Magsman," he says, and he seemed to
myself to get wiser as he got hoarser;
"Society, taken in the lump, is all dwarfs. At the
court of Saint James's, they was alia doin my
hold bisness—all a goin three times round the
Cairawan, in the hold Court-suits and properties.
Elsewheres, they was most of 'em ringin
their little bells out of make-believes.
Everywheres, the sarser was a goin round,
Magsman, the sarser is the uniwersal Institution!"

I perceived, you understand, that he was
soured by his misfortuns, and I felt for Mr.
Chops.

"As to Fat Ladies," says he, giving his Ed
a tremendious one agin the wall, "there's lots
of them in Society, and worse than the original.
Hers was a outrage upon Taste—simply a
outrage upon Taste—awakenin contempt—
carryin its own punishment in the form of
a Indian!" Here he giv himself another
tremendious one. "But theirs, Magsman,
theirs is mercenary outrages. Lay in Cashmeer
shawls, buy bracelets, strew 'em and a lot of
'andsome fans and things about your rooms,
let it be known that you give away like
water to all as come to admire, and the
Fat Ladies that don't exhibit for so much
down upon the drum, will come from all the
pints of the compass to flock about you,
whatever you are. They'll drill holes in
your 'art, Magsman, like a Cullender. And
when you've no more left to give, they'll
laugh at you to your face, and leave you to
have your bones picked dry by Wulturs, like
the dead Wild Ass of the Prairies that you
deserve to be! " Here he giv himself the
most tremendious one of all, and dropped.

I thought he was gone. His Ed was so
heavy, and he knocked it so hard, and he
fell so stoney, and the sassagerial disturbance
in him must have been so immense, that I
thought he was gone. But, he soon come
round with care, and he sat up on the floor,
and he said to me, with wisdom comin out
of his eyes, if ever it come:

"Magsman! The most material difference
between the two states of existence through
which your unappy friend has passed; " he
reached out his poor little hand, and his
tears dropped down on the moustachio which
it was a credit to him to have done his best
to grow, but it is not in mortals to command
success, '—the difference is this. When
I was out of Society, I was paid light for
being seen. When I went into Society, I
paid heavy for being seen. I prefer the