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like Haroun Al Rashid midst a bevy of sweet girls, whose 

 pretty faces and winsome graces St. Anthony would never 

 have been able to withstand. Mr. and Mrs. Inglis were of this 

 camp; they had brought over their son hoping there would be 

 a baby show, but unfortunately the Secretany declined to get 

 one up, on the ground that the mothers of unplaced sucklings 

 would certainly murder the judge, and that no one would dare 

 to accept such a responsible and dangerous post. Several 

 anecdotes are known to his friends of the capacity of Tingles 

 when a schoolboy for tart scoffing, but the worthy beak could 

 not possibly have been in the same handicap with his offspring. 

 Decoyed one day to the Chupra camp this heroic child finished 

 a dozen apples (no cores wasted), a pound of rich plum cake, 

 and then, as a light finish off, he filled himself up with a plate- 

 ful of pears in syrup ; he held it all magnificently and save that 

 his eyes and lower chest shewed a slight tendency to protrude, 

 and his skin tightened a bit, there was nothing to warrant 

 the supposition that he had done anything of an extraordinary 

 nature. He was somewhat silent and contemplative till tea 

 time, when he seemed to wake up and then took a lively inter- 

 est in the sugar bowl and scotch shortbread ; he is not a 

 delicate child by any means, and in years to come should 

 make an excellent alderman. The Manchester Regiment had 

 a well filled camp, but that quiet officer Captain Abbot-Ander- 

 son's absence was much regretted at third suppers, though 

 Messrs. Souter and Vaughan did their best to supply his 

 place. Mr. Mills played sole host to the biggest camp of the 

 lot, and at least two score must have sat down to every meal, 

 the supper being only cleared to bring on the chota hazaree. 

 Among his guests were those two ban vivants Messrs. Harry 

 Stevens and Henry Neville Harris, both looking marvellously 

 well and young. Mr. Slack's camp was a thoroughly jolly 

 one, though her many friends regretted much the absence of 

 Mrs. Slack, but right well did Mrs. Llewhellin do the honors, 



