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Captain Budden, who brought them in his ship Myrtilla, would charge no freight for so charitable a deed, and in consequence of his generosity every time he and his ship appeared in the harbor the bells were rung in his honor. They were rung on market days to please the farmers who came into town with their wagons loaded with poultry and vegetables.

Jones, who had been long watching his opportunity, then darted up. ‘Budden,’ said he, ‘will you allow me to propose a toast?’ ‘Certainly,’ replied Budden, adding in an under-tone to Minns right across the table, ‘Devilish sharp fellow that: you’ll be very much pleased with his speech. He talks equally well on any subject.’ Minns bowed, and Mr.

Budden liked it or not, ‘if you’ll tell me what is the meaning of be.’ ‘Be?’ said the prodigy, after a little hesitation‘an insect that gathers honey.’ ‘No, dear,’ frowned Mrs. Budden; ‘B double E is the substantive.’

Organized and administered by Mr. Budden, and heartily supported by friends on the spot, it has done a work which has told powerfully and happily on the entire country. From the beginning much attention has been paid to the education of the young.

‘A good dog for the country that!’ coolly observed Budden to the distracted Minns, ‘but he’s not much used to confinement. But now, Minns, when will you come down? I’ll take no denial, positively. Let’s see, to-day’s Thursday.—Will you come on Sunday? We dine at five, don’t say nodo.’ After a great deal of pressing, Mr.

Budden was further displayed by the appearance of a Cupid on each side of the door, perched upon a heap of large chalk flints, variegated with pink conch-shells.

Augustus Minns, driven to despair, accepted the invitation, and promised to be at Poplar-walk on the ensuing Sunday, at a quarter before five to the minute. ‘Now mind the direction,’ said Budden: ‘the coach goes from the Flower-pot, in Bishopsgate-street, every half hour. When the coach stops at the Swan, you’ll see, immediately opposite you, a white house.’

‘Ah, you rogue!’ said Budden to his dog; ‘you see, Minns, he’s like me, always at home, eh, my boy!—Egad, I’m precious hot and hungry! I’ve walked all the way from Stamford-hill this morning.’ ‘Have you breakfasted?’ inquired Minns.

He always spoke at the top of his voice, and always said the same thing half-a-dozen times. ‘How are you, my hearty?’ ‘How do you do, Mr. Budden?—pray take a chair!’ politely stammered the discomfited Minns. ‘Thank youthank youwellhow are you, eh?’

‘Then pray, Budden, write to your cousin at once,’ replied Mrs. Budden. ‘Who knows, if we could only get him down here, but he might take a fancy to our Alexander, and leave him his property?—Alick, my dear, take your legs off the rail of the chair!’ ‘Very true,’ said Mr. Budden, musing, ‘very true indeed, my love!’ On the following morning, as Mr.