100 PERCH FISHING CLUB. 



delight as his dinner was praised, and ample justice 

 done to it. 



Dr. Aston, as the senior Member of the Club, 

 took his place on the right hand of our landlord, 

 and a more jolly pair seldom met. He was sup- 

 ported on his left, as a matter of course, by Dennis 

 Dawson. He was a lawyer and an Irishman, and 

 had set up for practice in a neighbouring country 

 town. His idle and vagrant habits, however, his 

 careless good humour, and his fondness for society, 

 caused him to possess but little business. He was 

 moreover a poet and a wit, and these qualifications 

 helped to make him a welcome guest at every one's 

 table. We were waited upon by our landlord's 

 son, assisted by Phcebe Cobus, a sort of upper 

 servant and factotum in the house, and who has 

 since become its mistress. Phoebe was a sightly 

 damsel, with good wholesome rosy cheeks, plump 

 arms, and red elbows, and dressed in the neatest 

 manner possible. She was a general favourite with 

 the Members of the Club, from her good humour 

 and attention to them. She blushed at Dr. Aston 's 

 jokes, and simpered when she was addressed by 

 the lawyer, occasioned perhaps by the following 

 verses which he made upon her, a line or two from 

 which he would sometimes whisper in her ear as 

 she handed a glass of ale to him. They are duly 

 recorded in the archives of the Club, with some 

 other fooleries, and I have no doubt are still pre- 



