"Good-bye for the present, old fellow. I shall let you know how we're getting on from time to time.
"Yours truly,
"John Snaffles, Queen's Piebalds.
"P.S.—I've released Muscles and given him a new kit, on the condition that he won't get drunk for a month. You know our match with all Hammersmith comes off in three weeks, and it wouldn't do to have him away then—he's a capital long-stop. By the bye, you must contrive to have a pain in the side, or some urgent business with your legal adviser about that time, as we can't get any one to bowl in your place.—J.S."
MORNINGTON'S CHALLENGE.
(Which was an Attempt to stir up a Noble Lord with a Long Pole.)
Hail, Mornington—what! venerable Peer,
Dost thou again before the Public show?
Gone to the deuce we thought thee, many a year,