HOW TO PIT CODRINGTON? 67 



" Yes, sir," replied the obsequious valet, bowing 

 low, and about to lead the w^ay, when a loud 

 laugh from Codrington arrested his further pro- 

 gress. 



" That fellow fit me ! why, bless my soul, all the 

 slop shops in Portsmouth couldn't rig me out off- 

 hand in that way." 



" Oh, never mind, sir, we will see what can be 

 done, if you will allow me to show you to your 

 room," — and my friend accordingly began to ascend 

 the stairs, slowly ejaculating, — " Bless my soul ! 

 rig me out indeed ! oh ! oh ! oh ! bless my soul, 

 what loill they do next ?" 



I should observe, by the way, that my old friend 

 Codrington was decidedly a descendant of the 

 family of Anak, of colossal proportions, standing 

 about six feet two inches high without his shoes, 

 and weighing at that time about seventeen stone. 

 Any one may therefore wxll imagine his look of 

 contempt and thorough astonishment when it was 

 hinted that he could by any process be compressed 

 into anything belonging to the wardrobe of either 

 master or man, especially the latter, who stood, in 

 comparison to himself, in about the same ratio as 

 a pug to a Newfoundland dog. 



Having reached the apartment assigned to my 

 friend, a consultation was held, what could l)e done 



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