2.—The member that draws the beer to pay for the same, and bring his ticket up receipted when the subscriptions are paid; on failing to do so, a penalty of sixpence to be forfeited and paid to the club. 3.—The subscriptions and forfeits to be paid at the club-room on the last Saturday night of each month. 4.—The subscriptions and forfeits to be cleared up every quarter; if not, a penalty of sixpence to be paid to the club. 5.—The member that draws the beer to be at the club-room by six o’clock every evening, and stay till ten; but in the event of no member being there, he may leave at nine; on failing so to attend, a penalty of sixpence to be paid to the club. 6.—Any member giving beer to a stranger in this club-room, excepting to his wife or family, shall be liable to the penalty of one shilling. 7.—Any member lifting his hand to strike another in this club-room shall be liable to the penalty of sixpence. 8.—Any member swearing in this club-room shall be liable to a penalty of twopence each time. 9.—Any member selling beer shall be expelled from the club. 10.—Any member wishing to give up his allotment, may apply to the committee, and they shall value the crop and the condition of the ground. The amount of the valuation shall be paid by the succeeding tenant, who shall be allowed to enter on any part of the allotment which is uncropped at the time of notice of the leaving tenant. 11.—Any member not keeping his allotment-garden clear from seed-weeds, or otherwise injuring his neighbours, may be turned out of his garden by the votes of two-thirds of the committee, one month’s notice being given to him. 12.—Any member carelessly breaking a mug, is to pay the cost of replacing the same. * * * * * I was soliciting the attention of Philosewers to some old old bonnets hanging in the Allotment-gardens to frighten the birds, and the fashion of which I should think would terrify a French bird to death at any distance, when Philosewers solicited my attention to the scrapers at the club-house door. The amount of the soil of England which every member brought there on his feet, was indeed surprising; and even I, who am professedly a salad-eater, could have grown a salad for my dinner, in the earth on any member’s frock or hat. “Now,” said Friar Bacon, looking at his watch, “for the Pig-clubs!” The dreary Sage entreated explanation.