'GAMMON!' said HARRY. 'Wait a moment,' said I; 'I shall throw sixes;' and to be sure down came the sixes, striking him on the 'seize' point, and then rebounding to my own, swept every man from the table. The board was put up, and after a little closing chat with Mrs. H----, I was taking leave, when HARRY called me back. 'JULIAN,' said he, 'Come and breakfast to-morrow upon 'Zounds and Sounds.'' 'Zounds and Sounds!' said I, 'I shall be delighted! What a charming dish! I remember of----' 'And JULE,' said HARRY, interrupting me, 'perhaps FANNY would come?' 'Oh, impossible! you know she is delicate yet, and the mornings are quite chilly.' 'Well, good night; and don't forget that we breakfast _early_.' 'My dear Sir,' said I, 'I could rise at cock-crow for Zounds and Sounds.' . . . Now, I had never even heard the words before; but I pique myself on knowing strange and choice dishes; not the far-fetched things of the French, but things good _per se_, and without a sea of condiments; the delicate, the rare subtleties which our own women know so well to compound. Of course, I _ought_ to know Zounds and Sounds, and of course, I should not hurry to disclaim that knowledge. HARRY might have known, and then again he might _not_; but he remembered, as I have since ascertained, of having eaten something of the kind some thirty years since; something he had perhaps cloyed of, and so forgotten, but something very delectable; something that would perhaps touch his palate again like the maple-sugar and other dainties of his boyhood. Having found the article that day, he had secured a large quantity without asking what they were, and had them taken privately to his house, with a view of making up the dish himself. I came home, rolling the magic words 'as a sweet morsel under my tongue,' and immediately sought out a curious dictionary, in which various strange things are expounded; and failing in that, looked into CRABBE'S Synonymes, (by the rule of contraries, I suppose, for there certainly could be nothing _like_ Zounds and Sounds,) but as LONGFELLOW says, 'All in vain!' FANNY having retired, I got into my slippers and sat down by the fire to ruminate a little. 'Zounds and Sounds!' said I. 'What an incomparable phrase! What a sweet suffusion of the z! What vibratory tingling upon the tympanum! How pleasantly percussive to the brain; and how even the teeth partake of the sensation! I declare! I must write a song upon Zounds and Sounds! I will. I will write an invitatory song to the EDITOR. Let me see. Zounds, rounds, bounds and hounds. Exactly! Now then: ARE you weary Sir, of the ups and downs The fame, the fun, the blues the browns, The heat, the haste, the sights the sounds Of your never-ending monthly rounds? Oh! come and dine on Zounds and Sounds! Zounds and Sounds! Glorious sounds! The music, alone, With only a bone, Is a dinner, Sir, with Zounds and Sounds.