THE POMPONIUS EGO DAY 



a pair of French-jointed clogs to keep his feet 

 warm. Mutual salutations being over, and having 

 got rid of his husks, breakfast was attacked with 

 a true railway appetite kidneys, chops, eggs, 

 muffins, crumpets, toast, red herrings, all the 

 delicacies of the season in short, that make 

 one's mouth water to write, vanished in succes- 

 sion, aided by large draughts of undeniable tea 

 and coffee from 'the Lane,' as Mr. Jorrocks 

 calls his place of business. At length they com- 

 pletely topped up, and after begging some brandy 

 to put in his flask, Ego rose from his seat and 

 began pacing about the room and looking out 

 of the window, as men are in the habit of 

 doing who want to be commencing a * New 

 Series' of the periodical occupations of life. 

 Stobbs had a bad headache or pretended to 

 have one, not wanting to be butter'd. 



Ten o'clock came, and as it struck, James 

 Pigg and Benjamin appeared outside the white 

 rails before Diana Lodge, clad in their best 

 habiliments, mounted, and each leading a horse. 



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