"There was one old chap as I drove regular; he used to come to my stand twice a week, and after the first time I always knew what to do. Ah! he was a fine old chap, and had been a orficer or somethin' of that sort. Big mustarsh, yer know, and whiskers white as snow, and a hye! Ah, his was a hye, his were! Talk about tellin' soldiers to charge! why, they couldn't do no other with him a lookin' at 'em; though if he hadn't been a good sort I don't think as I could have done much in charging my fashion, you know. It was a pleasure to see him walk--as upright as his old gold-headed cane. Seven bob a week he was to me reg'lar, and I used to look out for his old white head a-coming round the corner about three o'clock in the arternoon, and then I used to drive him right off to Kensal-green Cemetery, where he'd get down, and I always waited for him half an hour, when out he'd come, looking as fierce and stiff as ever, get into the keb, `Home,' he'd say, giving his stick a bit of a flourish, just as if it were a sword; and home it was. "About the seccun time we went, I walks permiscus up to the gatekeeper-- stiff-looking chap, too, with only one eye, and a touch o' the k'mishionaire about him, only he hadn't got no empty sleeve hanging to his button and didn't wear no mustarchers; but all the same, I sets him down as having handled the musket some time, and so he had. Well, I walks up to him slowly and 'spectfully, showin' him all the time as I know'd as I was only a kebman, and had learned to order myself lowly and reverently to all my betters, you know; and this iled him a bit, so as he went easy, and we got into conversation. I draws him on by degrees; for these gatekeepers is werry great swells in their way, as any one may see for hisself by getting a haporth o' curds and whey at one of the parks, and studying the inflooence of a gold band round a man's hat. 'Taint everybody as notices it, but it's wonderful how that ere yaller metal stiffens a feller's neck. Look at flunkeys, for instance--decent chaps enough, some on 'em, till they gets a bit o' lace on their hats, and then they're as proud on it as a fresh-moulted cockatoo. Never wore no lace on my hat; but shouldn't mind wearing a little more nap.