[Much of whatever amusement might be occasioned by the not (we trust) ill-natured travesties of certain eminent characters in this part of our work when first published, like all political allusions, loses point and becomes obscure as the applications cease to be familiar. It is already necessary, perhaps, to say that Fighting Attie herein typifies or illustrates the Duke of Wellington's abrupt dismissal of Mr. Huskisson.] THE SALLOW GENTLEMAN (in a hoarse voice). Attie, the bingo's now with me; I can't resign it yet, d' ye see! ATTIE (seizing the bowl). Resign, resign it,--cease your dust! (Wresting it away and fiercely regarding the sallow gentleman.) You have resigned it, and you must. CHORUS. You have resigned it, and you must. While the chorus, laughing at the discomfited tippler, yelled forth the emphatic words of the heroic Attie, that personage emptied the brandy at a draught, resumed his pipe, and in as few words as possible called on Bagshot for a song. The excellent old highwayman, with great diffidence, obeyed the request, cleared his throat, and struck off with a ditty somewhat to the tune of “The Old Woman.” OLD BAGS'S SONG. Are the days then gone, when on Hounslow Heath We flashed our nags, When the stoutest bosoms quailed beneath The voice of Bags? Ne'er was my work half undone, lest I should be nabbed Slow was old Bags, but he never ceased Till the whole was grabbed. CHORUS. Till the whole was grabbed. When the slow coach paused, and the gemmen stormed, I bore the brunt; And the only sound which my grave lips formed Was “blunt,”--still “blunt”! Oh, those jovial days are ne'er forgot! But the tape lags-- When I be's dead, you'll drink one pot To poor old Bags! CHORUS. To poor old Bags! “Ay, that we will, my dear Bagshot,” cried Gentleman George, affectionately; but observing a tear in the fine old fellow's eye, he added: “Cheer up! What, ho! cheer up! Times will improve, and Providence may yet send us one good year, when you shall be as well off as ever. You shakes your poll. Well, don't be humdurgeoned, but knock down a gemman.” Dashing away the drop of sensibility, the veteran knocked down Gentleman George himself. “Oh, dang it!” said George, with an air of dignity, “I ought to skip, since I finds the lush; but howsomever here goes.” GENTLEMAN GEORGE'S SONG. Air: “Old King Cole.”