Sar, I take a lily turkey _bosom_, if you please. Talk of _breast_ to a lady, sar!--really quite _horrid_." I made two or three more barbarous mistakes before the supper was finished. At last the eating was over, and I must say a better supper I never sat down to. "Silence, gentlemen and ladies," cried Mr Apollo Johnson, "wid de permission of our amiable hostess, I will purpose a toast. Gentlemen and ladies--You all know, and if be so you don't, I say there no place in de world like Barbadoes. All de world fight again England, but England nebber fear; King George nebber fear, while _Barbadoes 'tand 'tiff_. 'Badian fight for King George to last drop of him blood. Nebber see the day 'Badian run away; you all know dem French mans at San Lucee, give up Morne Fortunee, when he hear de 'Badi volunteer come against him. I hope no 'fence present company, but um sorry to say English come here too jealous of 'Badians. Gentlemen and lady--Barbadian born ab only one fault--he _really too brave_. I purpose health of `Island of Barbadoes.'" Acclamations from all quarters follow--this truly modest speech, and the toast was drunk with rapture; the ladies were delighted with Mr Apollo's eloquence, and the lead which he took in the company. O'Brien then rose and addressed the company as follows:--"Ladies an gentlemen--Mr Poll has spoken better than the best parrot I ever met with in this country; but as he has thought proper to drink the `Island of Barbadoes,' I mean to be a little more particular. I wish, with him, all good health to the island; but there is a charm without which the island would be a desert--that is, the society of the lovely girls who now surround us, and take our hearts by storm,"--(here O'Brien put his arm gently round Miss Eurydice's waist, and Mr Apollo ground his teeth so as to be heard at the furthest end of the room,)--therefore, gentlemen, with your permission, I will propose the health of the `'Badian Ladies.' This speech of O'Brien's was declared, by the females at least, to be infinitely superior to Mr Apollo Johnson's. Miss Eurydice was even more gracious, and the other ladies were more envious. Many other toasts and much more wine was drunk, until the male part of the company appeared to be rather riotous. Mr Apollo, however, had to regain his superiority, and after some hems and hahs, begged permission to give a sentiment. "Gentlemen and ladies, I beg then to say-- "Here's to de cock who make lub to de hen, Crow till he hoarse, and make lub again." The sentiment was received with rapture; and after silence was obtained, Miss Betsy Austin rose and said--"Unaccustomed as she was to public 'peaking, she must not sit 'till and not tank de gentleman for his very fine toast, and in de name of de ladies," she begged leave to propose another sentimen, which was-- "Here to de hen what nebber refuses, Let cock pay compliment whenebber he chooses."