“You will scarcely praps reckonize in this little skitch* the haltered linimints of 1, with woos face the reders of your valluble mislny were once fimiliar,—­the unfortnt Jeames de la Pluche, fomly so selabrated in the fashnabble suckles, now the pore Jeames Plush, landlord of the ‘Wheel of Fortune’ public house.  Yes, that is me; that is my haypun which I wear as becomes a publican—­those is the checkers which hornyment the pillows of my dor.  I am like the Romin Genral, St. Cenatus, equal to any emudgency of Fortun.  I, who have drunk Shampang in my time, aint now abov droring a pint of Small Bier.  As for my wife—­that Angel—­I’ve not ventured to depigt her.  Fansy her a sittn in the Bar, smiling like a sunflower and, ho, dear Punch! happy in nussing a deer little darlint totsywotsy of a Jeames, with my air to a curl, and my i’s to a T!

     * This refers to an illustrated edition of the work.

“I never thought I should have been injuiced to write anything but a Bill agin, much less to edress you on Railway Subjix—­which with all my sole I ABAW.  Railway letters, obbligations to pay hup, ginteal inquirys as to my Salissator’s name, &c. &c., I dispize and scorn artily.  But as a man, an usbnd, a father, and a freebon Brittn, my jewty compels me to come forwoods, and igspress my opinion upon that nashnal NEWSANCE—­the break of Gage.

“An interesting ewent in a noble family with which I once very nearly had the honor of being kinected, acurd a few weex sins, when the Lady Angelina S——­, daughter of the Earl of B——­cres, presented the gallant Capting, her usband, with a Son & hair.  Nothink would satasfy her Ladyship but that her old and attacht famdyshamber, my wife Mary Hann Plush, should be presnt upon this hospicious occasion.  Captain S——­ was not jellus of me on account of my former attachment to his Lady.  I cunsented that my Mary Hann should attend her, and me, my wife, and our dear babby acawdingly set out for our noable frend’s residence, Honeymoon Lodge, near Cheltenham.

“Sick of all Railroads myself, I wisht to poast it in a Chay and 4, but Mary Hann, with the hobstenacy of her Sex, was bent upon Railroad travelling, and I yealded, like all husbinds.  We set out by the Great Westn, in an eavle Hour.

“We didnt take much luggitch—­my wife’s things in the ushal bandboxes—­mine in a potmancho.  Our dear little James Angelo’s (called so in complament to his noble Godmamma) craddle, and a small supply of a few 100 weight of Topsanbawtems, Farinashious food, and Lady’s fingers, for that dear child, who is now 6 months old, with a PERDIDGUS APPATITE.  Likewise we were charged with a bran new Medsan chest for my lady, from Skivary & Morris, containing enough Rewbub, Daffy’s Alixir, Godfrey’s cawdle, with a few score of parsles for Lady Hangelina’s family and owsehold:  about 2000 spessymins of Babby linning from Mrs. Flummary’s in Regent Street, a Chayny Cresning bowl from old Lady Bareacres (big enough to immus a Halderman), & a case marked ‘Glass,’ from her ladyship’s meddicle man, which were stowed away together; had to this an ormylew Cradle, with rose-colored Satting & Pink lace hangings, held up by a gold tuttle-dove, &c.  We had, ingluding James Hangelo’s rattle & my umbrellow, 73 packidges in all.