“With this andsum enuity it may be supposed that Frederick wanted for nothink.  Nor did he.  He was a moral and well-educated young man, who took care of his close; pollisht his hone tea-party boots; cleaned his kidd-gloves with injer rubber; and, when not invited to dine out, took his meals reglar at the Hoxford and Cambridge Club—­where (unless somebody treated him) he was never known to igseed his alf-pint of Marsally Wine.

“Merrits and vuttues such as his coodnt long pass unperseavd in the world.  Admitted to the most fashnabble parties, it wasn’t long befor sevral of the young ladies viewed him with a favorable i; one, ixpecially, the lovely Miss Hemily Mulligatawney, daughter of the Heast-Injar Derector of that name.  As she was the richest gal of all the season, of corse Frederick fell in love with her.  His haspirations were on the pint of being crowndid with success; and it was agreed that as soon as he was called to the bar, when he would sutnly be apinted a Judge, or a revising barrister, or Lord Chanslor, he should lead her to the halter.

“What life could be more desirable than Frederick’s?  He gave up his mornings to perfeshnl studdy, under Mr. Bluebag, the heminent pleader; he devoted his hevenings to helegant sosiaty at his Clubb, or with his hadord Hemily.  He had no cares; no detts; no egstravigancies; he never was known to ride in a cabb, unless one of his tip-top friends lent it him; to go to a theayter unless he got a horder; or to henter a tavern or smoke a cigar.  If prosperraty was hever chocked out, it was for that young man.

“But suckmstances arose.  Fatle suckmstances for pore Frederick Timmins.  The Railway Hoperations began.

“For some time, immerst in lor and love, in the hardent hoccupations of his cheembers, or the sweet sosiaty of his Hemily, Frederick took no note of railroads.  He did not reckonize the jigantic revalution which with hiron strides was a walkin over the country.  But they began to be talked of even in his quiat haunts.  Heven in the Hoxford and Cambridge Clubb, fellers were a speculatin.  Tom Thumper (of Brasen Nose) cleared four thousand lb.; Bob Bullock (of Hexeter), who had lost all his proppaty gambling, had set himself up again; and Jack Deuceace, who had won it, had won a small istate besides by lucky specklations in the Share Markit.

“HEVERY body won.  ‘Why shouldn’t I?’ thought pore Fred; and having saved 100 lb., he began a writin for shares—­using, like an ickonominicle feller as he was, the Clubb paper to a prodigious igstent.  All the Railroad directors, his friends, helped him to shares—­the allottments came tumbling in—­he took the primmiums by fifties and hundreds a day.  His desk was cramd full of bank notes:  his brane world with igsitement.

“He gave up going to the Temple, and might now be seen hall day about Capel Court.  He took no more hinterest in lor; but his whole talk was of railroad lines.  His desk at Mr. Bluebag’s was filled full of prospectisises, and that legal gent wrote to Fred’s uncle, to say he feared he was neglectin his bisniss.