"Hallo!" replied Master Potts; and turning round he beheld his young acquaintance, Tom. "Well, young stick-in-the-mud!" "I say, who's got the cholera, to make you stir your stumps like that 'ere?" "Who do you think?--Mrs. Walker." "Gammon! What's up tell us." "Why it's the old gal at 42; she 's precious bad, I can tell yer." "What's got her then? I see her the day 'fore yesterday, lookin' all right enough." "Paralatic--least that's what maws'r says 'tis. He 'll be precious wild if she dies. My eye what a lot o' bottles I've a-took there! I warrand you ain't got sitch a good un!" "Ain't we though; there's a old chap we've got from the East Ingies, as I'd back agin her any day." "What! that old cove with the gamboge sneezer and swivel eye?" "Aye; he've a-had the dropsy the last three months. Just haven't the guv'ner stuck it into im!" "Look there, whose black job is that goin' along close by old Punch,--your guv'ner's?" "Over the left--Come, I say, don't be orf jist yet." "Must. I'm in for it as 'tis." "No, no. Here! I 'll toss yer for a pint." As he made this offer, Master Scales deposited his basket on the pavement, and produced a halfpenny. "Well, come, be quick then! Now! Heads, I win; tails, you lose." "Heads! Heads 'tis! "Come, I say, Master Ben, give us my change, will yer." "Take your change out of that!" So saying, and suiting an appropriate action to the word, Master Potts turned rapidly on his heel; and before his professional brother could pack up his _materia medica_ from the ground, had turned a corner and was out of sight. Delays are proverbially said to be dangerous; and equally well-known is the maxim which recommends the attacking of a disease at its onset. Leaving our readers, according to their medical opinions, to calculate the damage, or estimate the good which the patients of Messieurs Graves and Slaymore derived from the amusements of their young subsidiaries, we shall now conclude our notice of those personages, and therewith, our labours. We hope that we have acquitted ourselves in a satisfactory manner; but in criticising the foregoing pages, let the fact be borne in mind, that it is very difficult to render the children of the Mobility _interesting_. It is easy to make a silk purse out of a proper material; but there is a substance from which it is impossible to construct it. Shall we be pardoned by the superior classes for thus distantly referring to a plebeian saying! Would we had had some nobler, some more inspiring theme! Such, Reader, had they not been already so _fairlie done_, we should have found in the Children of the Nobility. FINIS.