THE SHAM FIGHT.
Well, Jones,—who's gone?—any body?” This was the first question which the excellent hostess of The New Passage Inn put to the waiter, as she descended one morning, rather later than usual, to her breakfast. Jones replied, “Every body's gone, ma'am: two parties, and one single gentleman, went across in the boat, without breakfasting—”
“Without breakfasting, Jones! I hope they've taken no offence.”
“Oh! no! I'm pretty sure of that, ma'am:—they went away very comfortable, on rum and milk.”
“Rum and milk!”
“Yes, ma'am; glasses round, with biscuits.”
“Oh! well! come!—And how did the ladies in number nine go?”
“In the yellow chaise; and the people in the back drawingroom, went with Tom Davis, in the green coach; and what with one and another, there isn't a turn-boy but Sam, in the yard:—he's got no chaise, you know, ma'am; and his hand-horse won't be fit to work, the blacksmith says, till Tuesday.”
“Oh! well! come!” replied the hostess. “Then we've no company left.”