RAGUSAN.

By gar! the room is quite full.-How many, think you, at de two tables?

GAULTIMAN.

Between eighty and ninety, I believe, — the

usual number.

CAPT. PARKENRATH.

Excellent pea-soup! Don't you think so, Waring?

WARING. (emphatically.)

Splendid!-Here, hallo!-Patrick-Thomas,another basin of soup if you please.

CAPT. PARKENRATH.

Ha! Oh, monstrous! An Englishman and send twice for soup!

WARING.

Precisely so. When it is such soup as that.-A glass of wine Mr. Gaultiman?

GAULTI MAN.

With pleasure, Captain,-Monsieur,—will you join us? Here's to ye gentlemen. I always [taking up a bill-of-fare] I always run my eye over the list of dishes, directly after soup, and make up my mind which, and how many of the good things I shall feed upon.

CAPT. PARKENRATH.

Well, I see you have got to "Pastry, Dessert, &c." Now pray tell us upon which dishes you have decided?

GAULTIMAN.

(Waiter!-bring me some CHOWDER.) Well, after the chowder, I shall take some oyster-pie, -then a mutton cutlet, with some maccaroni,then a small piece of roast beef, then a plover, or wing of a partridge,—and finish, perhaps, with a piece of pumpkin-pie.

CAPT. PARKENRATH.

So!-that's moderate enough,—I understood you were a great eater, but, I think, I can out-eat you any day.-Walsingham have the goodness te hand me the ris de veau.

[A great clatter of knives and forks, &c. Waiters running to and fro, amidst a running fire of champaigne corks; a vast number of invitations to "TAKE WINE WITH ME?"-given, and thankfully received! heads nodding, of course, in all directions, much business doing in "THE VICTUALLING DEPARTMENT." After a pause — the waiters carry off the " lingering dishes"; -sweep away the crumbs, &c., &c., preparatory to the introduction of the puddings and confectionary.]

WALSINGHAM.

Umph!-hallo!-you, sir. By Jove! that fellow has run away with my crust. You must keep a sharp look-out on your tit-bits in this

Oh, yes! I did lose de handsomest morsel of de partridge parce-que-because I did let fall my couteau, to drink wine wid Monsieur CRUMP,

CAPT. PARKENRATH.

Never mind.—It is a fine thing to see a waiter always on the alert.-By the way, Gaultiman, who is that person in whiskers, who asked you to take wine with him, just now?

GAULTIMAN.

An English gentleman, of the name of

WALSINGHAM.

GENTLEMAN! Fi donc ! mon ami. Gaultiman, although a thorough-bred, heart-and-soul American, you will occasionally (that is, when you have taken three or four glasses of Madeira,) make an attempt at a compliment. Pray, think of my ears when you speak. That fellow, an English gentleman!-Zounds! he is one of the bagsmen of whom Blackwood speaks; a vulgar, beef-witted, debt-book-keeping person; an emptyheaded, supercilious, would-be-out-shining creature; a noodle who thinks he may play the coxcomb here, as he would in the back part of his father's shop, in some tenth-rate village in the

remotest part of England!-By Heaven! the British Consul ought to be instructed to lay hold of all such impertinent, stray, ribbon-measurers, and keep them under hatches, until they had learned how to behave themselves in the company of gentlemen!

САРТ. PARKENRATH.

Gad, so! It is the person I overheard, last night, making comparisons between the hats, &c., made in England and those manufactured here. -He swore that no man knew how to tie a cravat in this country!-That he had never seen a well made boot or shoe since he had been among us. -That we were obliged to get our best clothes from England. That our travelling was detestable our hotels no great shakes, (especially when compared with those in the Old Country,) and, that neither our men nor women were to be named in the same breath, (whether as regarded their personal or mental qualifications,) with those of Great-Britain! It was sad stuff.- But I was vexed to find that an Englishman could make such an ass of himself.

One or two of my countrymen, however, were sufficiently provoked, (and who can blame them?)

to

WALSINGHAM.

Not I, if they had thrown his hat, boots, coat,

waistcoat and small-linen, into the kitchen-fire. Basil Hall and Mrs. Trollope complain that your countrymen are too fond of making disagreeable comparisons upon disagreeable subjects, - but this fellow beats every backwood's-man and village store-keeper out of the field.

GAULTIMAN.

Nay, nay, you hit him rather too hard. He is but a boy-a spoilt child, I suspect; and, though very ill bred, (his education has been sadly neglected, I fear,) has some good qualities. Now, I rather like him for the fearless and candid spirit he displays, in expressing his opinions.

RAGUSAN.

Yees, and I shall like him too, if he would be less d- familiar. He take hold of me by de button; (me who was introduced to him never!) and he say: "Mounseer, where was dis coat made, eh?" and den he laugh loud, ha! ha! ha! as if he had say one d-- good joke! By gar, dat pâté is good! de yankee-pie, aha! Shall I assist

you?

CAPT. PARKENRATH.

No, thank ye;-that 's a southerner on the opposite side, for a thousand dollars! Hear,only hear how loud he is talking, and with what earnestness of manner!-There's a laugh!—