these pilgrimages to the jug and

basin, he returned with such eccentricities of damp head-gear as

no words can describe; which were made the more ludicrous by

his anxious gravity.

At length the jackal had got together a compact repast for the

lion, and proceeded to offer it to him. The lion took it with care

and caution, made his selections from it, and his remarks upon it,

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and the jackal assisted both. When the repast was fully discussed,

the lion put his hands in his waistband again, and lay down to

meditate. The jackal then invigorated himself with a bumper for

his throttle, and a fresh application to his head, and applied

himself to the collection of a second meal; this was administered to

the lion in the same manner, and was not disposed of until the

clock struck three in the morning.

“And now we have done, Sydney, fill a bumper of punch,” said

Mr. Stryver.

The jackal removed the towels from his head, which had been

steaming again, shook himself, yawned, shivered, and complied.

“You were very sound, Sydney, in the matter of those crown

witnesses today. Every question told.”

“I always am sound; am I not?”

“I don’t gainsay it. What has roughened your temper? Put some

punch to it and smooth it again.”

With a deprecatory grunt, the jackal again complied.

“The old Sydney