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Smithie, and the Misses Smithie, was the next announcement. 'What's Mr. Smithie? inquired Mr. Tracy Tupman. 'Something in the yard, replied the stranger. Mr. Smithie bowed deferentially to Sir Thomas Clubber; and Sir Thomas Clubber acknowledged the salute with conscious condescension. Lady Clubber took a telescopic view of Mrs. Smithie and family through her eye-glass and Mrs.

'Hush, pray pink eyes fancy dress little boy nonsense ensign 97th Honourable Wilmot Snipe great family Snipes very. 'Sir Thomas Clubber, Lady Clubber, and the Misses Clubber! shouted the man at the door in a stentorian voice.

Tupman's ear, as the charitable committee ushered Sir Thomas Clubber and family to the top of the room. The Honourable Wilmot Snipe, and other distinguished gentlemen crowded to render homage to the Misses Clubber; and Sir Thomas Clubber stood bolt upright, and looked majestically over his black kerchief at the assembled company. 'Mr. Smithie, Mrs.

"I had to do something like it for Bob Clubber." "What! that little sneaking, backbiting, toad-eating wretch, who is always hanging about my lord at Greenway Court, and spunging on every gentleman in the country? If you whipped him, I hope you whipped him well, George?"

Colonel Bulder and Lady Clubber was of the most affectionate description; Colonel Bulder and Sir Thomas Clubber exchanged snuff-boxes, and looked very much like a pair of Alexander Selkirks 'Monarchs of all they surveyed.

Smithie stared in her turn at Mrs. Somebody-else, whose husband was not in the dockyard at all. 'Colonel Bulder, Mrs. Colonel Bulder, and Miss Bulder, were the next arrivals. 'Head of the garrison, said the stranger, in reply to Mr. Tupman's inquiring look. Miss Bulder was warmly welcomed by the Misses Clubber; the greeting between Mrs.

My mental picture of an American policeman was that conglomerate average one unconsciously imbibes from a distant view of our city forces, and by comparison with foreign, a heavy-footed, discourteous, half-fanatical, half-irreligious clubber whose wits are as slow as his judgment is honest.

We climbed the stairs and came upon the ballroom. It was a small room. Three quadrilles must have stuffed it to the edge a dingy place with bare windows on a deserted innyard. At one end was a balcony that would hold not more than three musicians. The candles of its former brightness have long since burned to socket. Vanished are "Sir Thomas Clubber, Lady Clubber and the Miss Clubbers!"