"'You said you had learned a lesson to-night?'
"'Yes.'
"'What is it?' asked the hackney-coachman.
"'It is,' said Mr. R. Fennarf, with solemnity, 'that no man need go out of his own country to be kicked!'"
As Captain Bob Shorty finished reading, he looked about him for the first time, and lo! all the Mackerel chieftains were slumbering, with their chins upon their breasts.
And now, my boy, as the New Year rolls in, let me tender you the compliments of the season, and sign myself,
Yours for festivity,
Orpheus C. Kerr.
LETTER CIV.