little green-and-white willow woman’s basket, apparently for the purpose of ascertaining its weight.  “Only my clothes, and a little prowision for the woyage.  A baked pigeon, some cold maccaroni, and a few pectoral lozenges.  At the bottom are my Margate shoes, with a comb in one, and a razor in t’other; then comes the prog, and at the top, I’ve a dickey and a clean front for to-morrow.  I abominates travelling with much luggage.  Where, I ax, is the use of carrying nightcaps, when the innkeepers always prowide them, without extra charge?  The same with regard to soap.  Shave, I say, with what you find in your tray.  A wet towel makes an excellent tooth-brush, and a pen-knife both cuts and cleans your nails.  Perhaps you’ll present your friend to me,” added he in the same breath, with a glance at the Yorkshireman, upon whose arm Mr. Jorrocks was resting his telescope hand.  “Much pleasure,” replied Mr. Jorrocks, with his usual urbanity.  “Allow me to introduce Mr. Stubbs, Mr. Green, Mr. Green, Mr. Stubbs:  now pray shake hands,” added he, “for I’m sure you’ll be werry fond of each other”; and thereupon Jemmy, in the most patronising manner, extended his two forefingers to the Yorkshireman, who presented him with one in return.  For the information of such of our readers as may never have seen Mr. James Green, senior junior, either in Tooley Street, Southwark, where the patronymic name abounds, or at Messrs. Tattersall’s, where he generally exhibits on a Monday afternoon, we may premise, that though a little man in stature, he is a great man in mind and a great swell in costume.  On the present occasion, as already stated, he had on a woolly white hat, his usual pea-green coat, with a fine, false, four-frilled front to his shirt, embroidered, plaited, and puckered, like a lady’s habit-shirt.  Down the front were three or four different sorts of studs, and a butterfly brooch, made of various coloured glasses, sat in the centre.  His cravat was of a yellow silk with a flowered border, confining gills sharp and pointed that looked up his nostrils; his double-breasted waistcoat was of red and yellow tartan with blue glass post-boy buttons; and his trousers, which were very wide and cut out over the foot of rusty-black chamois-leather opera-boots, were of a broad blue stripe upon a white ground.  A curly, bushy, sandy-coloured wig protruded from the sides of his woolly white hat, and shaded a vacant countenance, which formed the frontispiece of a great chuckle head.  Sky-blue gloves and a stout cane, with large tassels, completed the rigging of this borough dandy.  Altogether he was as fine as any peacock, and as vain as the proudest.

“And ’ow is Mrs. J——?” inquired Green with the utmost affability—­“I hopes she’s uncommon well—­pray, is she of your party?” looking round.  “Why, no,” replied Mr. Jorrocks, “she’s off at Tooting at her mother’s, and I’m just away, on the sly, to stay a five-pound at Margate this delightful weather.  ’Ow long do you remain?” “Oh, only till Monday morning—­I goes every Saturday; in fact,” added he in an undertone, “I’ve a season ticket, so I may just as well use it, as stay poking in Tooley Street with the old folks, who really are so uncommon glumpy, that it’s quite refreshing to get away from them.”