In brief, a friend of the family having taken a fancy to me, proposed to initiate me in those profitable mercantile mysteries which enabled Sir Thomas Gresham to gild his grasshopper; and like another Frank Osbaldestone, I found myself planted on a counting-house stool, which nevertheless served occasionally for a Pegasus, on three legs, every foot, of course, being a dactyl or a spondee. In commercial matters, the only lesson imprinted on my memory is the rule that when a ship’s crew from Archangel, come to receive their L. S. D., you must lock up your P. Y. C.
THE WINNER OF THE LEDGER.
[4] In spite of hundreds of associates, it has never happened to me, amongst the very many distinguished names connected with science or literature, to recognise one as belonging to a school-fellow.
SHOOTING WITH ROVER AND RANGER.
SHOOTING PAINS.
“The charge is prepared.”—MACHEATH.