When dining with a chosen few, "The jolly cocks," a noble crew, I've wander'd home supremely glorious, And even dared to be uproarious, The champagne mounting in my head, Not knowing how I got to bed; And, waking with the dawn, I've found The room and bed-post turning round; What time, in accents loud and clear, My loving, lawful, lady dear, With curtain'd privilege elate, And heedless of my fallen state, The round of all my faults doth tell; Spite of my headache and my woes, Exhausted, I begin to doze, And dream I hear the dustman's bell, That dustman's bell—that dustman's bell, &c. 15. Animal Magnetism Exhibitions stopped at the North London Hospital. [Illustration] The cunning patient, we are told, Would only move when touch'd by gold. That would not suit the learned elves; The Doctors wanted it themselves. 25. Gold-dust robbery. New version of "The Golden Fleece." [Illustration: MARCH.—A day with the Surrey Hounds ] MARCH.—A DAY WITH THE SURREY HOUNDS. Our ball had failed so completely, that Jemmy, who was bent still upon fashion, caught eagerly at Tagrag's suggestion, and went down to Tuggeridgeville. If we had a difficulty to find friends in town, here there was none; for the whole county came about us, ate our dinners and suppers, danced at our balls—ay, and spoke to us too. We were great people, in fact; I a regular country gentleman; and, as such, Jemmy insisted that I should be a sportsman, and join the county hunt. "But," says I, "my love, I can't ride." "Pooh! Mr. C.," she said, "you're always making difficulties; you thought you couldn't dance a quadrille; you thought you couldn't dine at seven o'clock; you thought you couldn't lie in bed after six; and haven't you done every one of these things? You must and you shall ride!" And when my Jemmy said "must and shall," I knew very well there was nothing for it: so I sent down fifty guineas to the hunt, and, out of compliment to me, the very next week I received notice that the meet of the hounds would take place at Squashtail Common, just outside of my lodge-gates. I didn't know what a meet was; and me and Mrs. C. agreed that it was most probable the dogs were to be fed there: however, Tagrag explained this matter to us, and very kindly promised to sell me a horse, a delightful animal of his own; which, being desperately pressed for money, he would let me have for a hundred guineas, he himself having given a hundred and fifty for it. Well, the Thursday came; the hounds met on Squashtail Common; Mrs. C. turned out in her barouche to see us throw off; and being helped up on my chestnut horse, Trumpeter, by Tagrag and my head groom, I came presently round to join them.