ROBERT'S COMMISHUNS.
I ain't bin quite so owerwhelmed with my warious Comisshuns from my lucky winners on the Boat Race as I hexpected to be, but the werry smallest on 'em is allus welcome.
I rayther think as "S. B." who enclosed me a Post Order for 1s. 6d., must have bin mistaken as to the price of my Book, which it is 2s. 6d., so with that and the thrippence for Postage, I didn't git much out of "S. B.," but I thanks him for his kind intentions.
The Gent who wrote from Tattersall's, and sined hisself "The River Plunger," and enclosed me two bad harf-crowns, I must leave to his hone cowardly conshence, and the arrowing reflexun that he werry nearly got me into trubbel when I tried to pass one on 'em at our nayburing Pub. Luckily, my rayther frequent wisits to that most useful mannerfactory has made me werry well known there, so I was aloud to correct my littel mistake.
The last letter which I has jest receeved is as follers:—
Colney Hatch, April 1st.
"Good Old Bob!"
"I won 2 tenners on the Boat Race, thanks to your straight tip, one on Cambridge, and one on Oxford, so I enclose you your Commission of 20s.
Yours truly,
Uncle Dick."
Wood it be beleeved, the check was drawn upon Thames Bank! But there, I must dress for my purfeshnal dooties.
Robert.