from the repeated vociferations of those around them, of “Throw 'em over--throw 'em over;” while the gifts of the Gods were plentifully showered down upon the inhabitants of the lower regions in the shape of orange-peelings, apples, &c. The drawing up of the curtain however seemed to have some little effect upon the audience, and in a moment the Babel of tongues was changed into a pretty general cry of “Down--down in the front--hats off--silence, &c. which at length subsided in every quarter but the Gallery, where still some mutterings and murmurings were at intervals to be heard. “----one fiddle will Produce a tiny flourish still.” Sparkle could neither see nor hear the performance--Tom was wholly engaged in observing the company, and Bob alternately straining his neck to get a view of the Stage, and then towards the noisy inhabitants of the upper regions. “We dined at the Hummums,” said a finicking little Gentleman just below him--“Bill, and I, and Harry--drank claret like fishes--Harry was half-sprung--fell out with a Parson about chopping logic; you know Harry's father was a butcher, and used to chopping, so it was all prime--the Parson would'n't be convinced, though Harry knock'd down his argument with his knuckles on the table, almost hard enough to split it--it was a bang-up lark--Harry got in a passion, doff'd his toggery, and was going to show fight--so then the Parson sneak'd off--Such a bit of gig.'” “Silence there, behind.” “So then,” continued the Dandy, “we went to the Billiard-rooms, in Fleet Street, played three games, diddled the Flats, bilk'd the Marker, and bolted--I say, when did you see Dolly?”{1} 1 To the frequenters of Drury-lane Theatre, who occasionally lounge away a little of their time between the acts in sipping soda-water, negus, &c. the party here alluded to cannot but be well known--we mean particularly the laffing- boys and the lads of the village. We are aware that fictitious names are assumed or given to the Ladies of Saloon notoriety, originating in particular circum-stances, and we have reason to believe that Dolly K----lly has been so denominated from the propensity she almost invariably manifests of painting, as remarked particularly by one of the parties in conversation. ~136~~“Last night,” replied the other--“she'll be here presently--d----nd fine girl, arn't she?” “Very well,” said the first; “a nice plump face, but then she paints so d--n--bly, I hate your painted Dollys, give me natural flesh and blood--Polly H--ward for me.” “Gallows Tom{1} will speak to you in plain terms if you trespass there, my boy; you know he has out-general'd the Captain in that quarter, and came off victorious, so----” “Come,” said Sparkle, “let us adjourn into the Saloon, for, Heaven knows, it is useless staying here.” And taking their arms, they immediately left the Box.