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Comprising a brief Description of the Company at the Peacock assembled; and a Tale told by a Bagman

           Tomwasfondofhotpunch—ImayventuretosayhewasVERYfondofhotpunch—andafterhehadseenthevixenishmarewellfedandwelllittereddown,andhadeateneverybitofthenicelittlehotdinnerwhichthewidowtossedupforhimwithherownhands,hejustorderedatumblerofitbywayofexperiment.Now,iftherewasonethinginthewholerangeofdomesticart,whichthewidowcouldmanufacturebetterthananother,itwasthisidenticalarticle;andthefirsttumblerwasadaptedtoTomSmart’stastewithsuchpeculiarnicety,thatheorderedasecondwiththeleastpossibledelay.Hotpunchisapleasantthing,gentlemen—anextremelypleasantthingunderanycircumstances—butinthatsnugoldparlour,beforetheroaringfire,withthewindblowingoutsidetilleverytimberintheoldhousecreakedagain,TomSmartfounditperfectlydelightful.Heorderedanothertumbler,andthenanother—Iamnotquitecertainwhetherhedidn’torderanotherafterthat—butthemorehedrankofthehotpunch,themorehethoughtofthetallman.

           ‘"Confoundhisimpudence!"saidTomtohimself,"whatbusinesshasheinthatsnugbar?Suchanuglyvillaintoo!"saidTom."Ifthewidowhadanytaste,shemightsurelypickupsomebetterfellowthanthat."HereTom’seyewanderedfromtheglassonthechimney-piecetotheglassonthetable;andashefelthimselfbecominggraduallysentimental,heemptiedthefourthtumblerofpunchandorderedafifth.

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