Now for a touch o’ the vendor’s quality. He says a gen’lman bought a pebble of him, (This pebble i’ sooth, sir, which I hold i’ my hand)— And paid for’t, _like_ a gen’lman, on the nail. “Did I o’ercharge him a ha’penny? Devil a bit. Fiddlepin’s end! Got out, you blazing ass! Gabble o’ the goose. Don’t bugaboo-baby _me_! Go double or quits? Yah! tittup! what’s the odds?” There’s the transaction view’d i’ the vendor’s light. Next ask that dumpled hag, stood snuffling by, With her three frowsy blowsy brats o’ babes, The scum o’ the kennel, cream o’ the filth-heap—Faugh! Aie, aie, aie, aie! oτοτοτοτοτoĩ, (’Stead which we blurt out Hoighty toighty now)— And the baker and candlestickmaker, and Jack and Gill, Blear’d Goody this and queasy Gaffer that. Ask the schoolmaster. Take schoolmaster first. He saw a gentleman purchase of a lad A stone, and pay for it _rite_, on the square, And carry it off _per saltum_, jauntily, _Propria quæ maribus_, gentleman’s property now (Agreeably to the law explain’d above), _In proprium usum_, for his private ends. The boy he chuck’d a brown i’ the air, and bit I’ the face the shilling: heaved a thumping stone At a lean hen that ran cluck clucking by, (And hit her, dead as nail i’ post o’ door,) Then _abiit_—what’s the Ciceronian phrase?— _Excessit_, _evasit_, _erupit_—off slogs boy; Off like bird, _avi similis_—(you observed The dative? Pretty i’ the Mantuan!)—_Anglice_ Off in three flea skips. _Hactenus_, so far, So good, _tam bene_. _Bene_, _satis_, _male_—, Where was I with my trope ’bout one in a quag? I did once hitch the syntax into verse: _Verbum personale_, a verb personal, _Concordat_—ay, “agrees,” old Fatchaps—_cum_ _Nominativo_, with its nominative, _Genere_, i’ point o’ gender, _numero_, O’ number, _et persona_, and person. _Ut_, Instance: _Sol ruit_, down flops sun, _et_ and, _Montes umbrantur_, out flounce mountains. Pah! Excuse me, sir, I think I’m going mad. You see the trick on’t though, and can yourself Continue the discourse _ad libitum_. It takes up about eighty thousand lines, A thing imagination boggles at: And might, odds-bobs, sir! in judicious hands, Extend from here to Mesopotamy. AN EXAMINATION PAPER. “THE POSTHUMOUS PAPERS OF THE PICKWICK CLUB.” _Cambridge_, 1857. 1. Mention any occasions on which it is specified that the Fat Boy was _not_ asleep; and that (1) Mr. Pickwick and (2) Mr. Weller, senr., ran. Deduce from expressions used on one occasion Mr. Pickwick’s maximum of speed. 2. Translate into coherent English, adding a note wherever a word, a construction, or an allusion, requires it: