To and fro, flit the Jack-o'-lanthorns, respectfully touching the binding of their battered hats, covering the tiers of muddy wheels with their coat-tails, that the _tulle_ and _tartelaine_ may not be spoiled--hoping your Honour will "remember" them!--as they cast uncertain shadows upon the icy pavement--ice that has been rendered none the less slippery by their cutting out a slide upon it, with the assistance of the police, during the evening:--such a banging of doors, clashing of steps, and stopping up the way, under the little awning, over the carriage-sweep--a pretty pass, so narrow that, we are sorry to say, the hackney-drivers instituted a private road amongst the hardy shrubs, choking up the gates, to the great distress of pedestrians, who are looked upon by the "lanthorns" as "shabby gents,"--paying nothing for the privilege of walking;--they (the "lanthorns") viewing the immunity, in the light of parsimony. However, we think walking home, after a party, under the influence of champagne, a dangerous experiment:--the clear free streets seeming to court a "lark," and the very bells to invite pulling--"Visitors'," and "Night," "Knock and Ring," (and run) also. We have since heard the fate of a rash expedition undertaken at this season, the band of adventurers consisting mostly of those gentlemen who had passed the last half-hour dying for a cigar; and yet, by some unknown attractive power, felt bound to stay the entertainment out--probably it was that such kindred souls might depart _en masse_; however, be it what it might, their first care was to obtain a light--at some sacrifice, for the lamp-post had been newly painted; and, secondly, happening to pass Mr. Spohf's, they must serenade that gentleman with pathetic negro-melodies--about the loss of one "Mary Blane," and an injunction to "Susannah" not to sob,--until driven by the police into another beat, there to lose one of their band, who fell a victim to an inquiring spirit;--for, seeing an inscription on a door, to intimate that its owner, a surgeon, gave "advice, gratis, between the hours of four and five, every Saturday," he rang to demand the same (having the head-ache), as it was just that time by St. Stiff's; but, unfortunately falling into the clutches of No. 8, of the A division, he had to receive the advice, from a magistrate, between eleven and twelve, at a fee of five shillings. [Illustration] We left Mr. Lark in Lord Towney's cab--again to take up with him, being put down at the end of Bloomsbury Buildings, fearing the rattle of wheels in that quiet _cul-de-sac_ would disturb the old Larks. Having found the door, and spent five minutes by the hinges--searching for the key-hole, he gets within; and spends five more--trying to ignite an extinguisher;--cautiously stealing to bed, throwing his _paletot_ over the top banister, and the contents of its pockets down the well-staircase, to the awakening of the whole house.