_Hip! huzza! my artful dodgers, It has fallen from the door. But the noise has roused the lodgers, Lights appear at every floor._ _If we stay we're done— Vanish, every one! As the poet sings, like bricks, Cut your luckies and your sticks._ [Illustration] Those evening knocks! those evening knocks! That herald in a paper box, Which merchants leave with pens and soap; And notes in which they humbly hope You'll patronize the speculation, And save their household from starvation— Which if to do you're kindly willing, They'll call to-morrow for the shilling. _Joy! joy! joy! we're safe at last. Where's the latch-key? Stand aside. Luck be praised, the peril's past, And we can our trophy hide! Wasn't it a lark? Hold hard, in the dark, And the chairs and tables mind, Till the lucifers I find._ [Illustration] ——In! in with me, Comrades all, and shut the door, We will christen it once more. STUNNER shall its new name be, Trophy of our bravery! Now we have in state enthroned it, Drink the healths of those who own'd it, Whom we've left, by sad mishap, Really not worth a rap! Now the festival begin: Ope the oysters—Where's the gin? From the closet have it out. Here's the corkscrew—pass the stout. Cruets, pickles, gin and water, Bread, meat, butter, pipes, and porter, On the table now we see; Fastest of the fast we'll be. Governors and landlord scorning, We will not go home till morning! [Illustration] RULES AND REGULATIONS FOR THE CONDUCT OF STRANGERS VISITING LONDON. If your health is proposed, you must say it is the proudest moment of your life. You are not expected to take your hat in with you to dinner. It is liable to be kicked about if you put it under the table—people mistake it for the cat. It is no longer the fashion to say, "Here's to you, miss," and "I drink to you, ma'am," to every lady round the table before you take a glass of wine; however, if you do it once, never repeat it. When you begin a speech, you must be sure to state you are unaccustomed to public speaking.