" PIEEY BROWNS." 47 



" The most natural place for getting the fiery brown was 

 of course the most celebrated, and the most convenient, so 

 in I toddled to Martin Kelly's. It goes by the same name 

 still. 



" And, ' Pray,' says I, ' have you got any fiery brown ? ' 



" ' Say that again,' says a fellow with an ugly aspect, 

 that put me in acute remembrance of your brother-in-law 

 Dr. Bell. 



" ' Have you any fiery brown ? ' said I again. 



" ' Oh by the holy,' says he, ' you're one of the gang 

 that killed my father — fire me if I dont brown you.' 



" And without doubt he seemed bent on making me black 

 and blue, for he let fly the butt of a salmon rod at me, 

 which, most fortunately for me, being misdirected by his 

 wrath, went against the glass door of the shop, which it 

 smashed. I forthwith threw myself on the protection of a 

 policeman who was passing, and who advised me to charge 

 him ; this however I declined to do, dreading the publicity 

 of so ridiculous a history as would have come out, and 

 which, as sure as a gun, would have been laid hold of by 

 Lever, and I'd have been persecuted to the death by the 

 wags. 



The next day I went to a decent man of less notoriety, 

 who does a little spjlicing for me now and then, and sells 

 me flies. On my proceeding to make the inquiry for you, 

 he grew very red about the gills, and said he was " sorry to 

 find I came to humbug him." I assured him I had no 



