THE POMPONIUS EGO DAY 



about as though he didn't like his load, is Squire 

 Barnington, the man wot wanted to be master; 

 he gives fifty. My missis and his don't 'it it, 

 but we are werry good friends. He buys 'osses 

 like a brick, without bringin' all the relations and 

 frinds of this world to 'sist 'im. Barnington ! ' 

 holloaed Jorrocks to him, ' come and be pre- 

 sented to the mighty Hego. This be him, with 

 the bird's-eye fogle round his squeeze coolish 

 mornin' you see, and Hegotists 1 are scarce 

 keeps his throat warm.' Mr. Barnington and Ego 

 made mutual salutations with their hats. 'Hooi, 

 Fleecy ! ' roared Jorrocks to his secretary, who 

 was poking about among the group on a long- 

 tailed rat of a pony, with a slip of paper in his 

 hand and a pencil between his teeth, 'come and 

 pay your devours to Hego, the man wot makes 

 us all famous. This be my sec.,' observed Mr. 

 Jorrocks to Ego, adding in a lower tone, 'Does 

 a little word-combin' himself at times signs him- 

 self Junius Secundus you twig ! ' 



1 Nothing of the sort ; we wish they were. AUTHOR. 



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