shackles of civilisation, be indicative of happiness, they were the most happy beings upon the face of the earth. Their joy developed itself in one continued roar. It was enchanting to hear them, and beautiful to see them with the utmost familiarity recognise their friends among the multitude. Oh! there was no paltry pride about them! Nor was there the least about the glorious and gallant Captain whom they immediately preceded, and who brought up a long line of open cabs, crowded with basket-women, street-sweepers, cobblers, and journeymen tailors, who form perhaps the most interesting class of the genus to which it is said, as a matter of courtesy, they belong. He was perfectly free from that pitiful sin, and so, indeed, were they all. They all seemed to be inspired with the spirit of independence, which prompted them to treat the conventional forms of society with the most supreme contempt.

This, of course, was refreshing. All appeared to enjoy it highly; and so striking and so varied were the characteristics of this pageant, that it was on all hands acknowledged that it beat that of the hero into fits.

On arriving at headquarters, the second Son of Glory alighted from his car, when, with the utmost condescension, he proceeded to assist his suite to alight; and, while they who were in the first cart were giving him three enthusiastic cheers, he drew out the pin which secured the body of the cart to the shafts, and shot them out with great ability, The applause which followed this physical developement of his moral influence unhappily gave the signal to the rest of the suite, who did but turn their eyes, and in an instant it was amazing the activity they displayed. "They leaped out of the two other vehicles, some over the wheels, some over the tail-boards, and others over the shafts, with the alacrity of imps; while the anxiety they exhibited when they saw their noble patron approaching, clearly proved it to be a moment of deep interest to them all.

On being defeated, so far at least as the spilling of two cart-loads out of the three was concerned, the noble person philosophically took the arms of his two immediate friends, the prize-fighter and the sweep, walked with great deliberation to the bar of the tavern, and thencehaving ordered all the beer his enraptured followers could drink in an hour — proceeded at once to the room of state, where he was cheered very loudly, and complimented highly on the taste, tact, and talent he had displayed.

By this time the majority of the members had arrived, and, as no other pageant was expected, the chief summoned them to the table, and ordered six dozen of champagne to begin with, and, on its being produced, gave “Success to the Sons of Glory!"

This was, of course, enthusiastically honoured; and when the applause had become in a measure subdued, one of the intellectual dust. men was called upon for a song, which he instantly gave with great feeling and point. His voice was a baritone strictly, but one of extraordinary compass. No tenor could beat him above, no bass could surpass him below; and as, in the course of nature, he unconsciously got into an infinite variety of keys, it might at the time have been rationally inferred that his organ was about a six and a half octave.

Immediately after this excellent song, the vice-president- the second Son of Glory - proposed the health of the chief; a proposition which was instantly hailed with delight, and, when the toast had been drunk, each member turned his glass down and broke it.

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lemnity: “ I'll tell you what it is,—you're a set of trumps, and that's all about it. (Cheers.) I know you're all made of the right sort of stuff, and there's no mistake about you. (Loud cheers.) I expect you 'll beat the world. (Renewed cheering.) I'm not going to give you a long speech, because I hate it; so I'll drink all your jolly good healths in return, and may you always have power to floor the police!"

The conclusion of this display of éloquence was honoured with three distinct cheers, after which three deafening groans were given for the police, whom they naturally viewed with ineffable disgust.

As soon as this mighty demonstration of feeling had subsided, the glorious and gallant Captain, who stood third, proposed the health of the vice, of whose virtues he spoke highly; and when the glasses had been drained, turned, and broken, as before, the noble second Son of Glory rose and delivered himself as follows :

“My noble friend in the chair said he hated long speeches, I; and that's just why I never go down to the House. If, therefore, you expect to have a long speech from me, all I can say is, I cordially wish you may get it. °(Cheers and laughter.) But to the point. You have drunk my health - thank you !--that 's as good as cutting away for a month. Brevity,' as somebody says, — Milton, or Moncrief, or one of those author fellows,— Brevity is the soul of wit.' And it's devilish good, too; for I like to be brief, and so that 's all about it. (Tremendous applause.) But I say !-perhaps we are not getting on !-here are forty of us! It strikes me that we shall soon be enabled to boast the possession of forty tons of knockers in a spacious saloon, with the sides completely covered with door-plates, and festooned all round with double rows of hats captured from the great unboiled. (Immense cheering.) What can't we do? Here's my friend, the clergyman," alluding to his right-hand supporter, the sweep, "has undertaken to stop up in one night the whole of the chimneys in Grosvenor Square

And no mistake!” exclaimed the distinguished individual in question. “There's a mob of pots, no doubt, in that 'ere skweyor; but that's a no odds - they shall all be bunged up, and then p'raps there won't be a leetle smoke in the neighbourwood ! Oh! no! It somehow or another strikes me there 'll be about enough to make bacon of the whole bilin'!”

Here the “clergyman” gave an interesting wink, and having mixed half a bottle of champagne with a pint of beer, prepared to take a mighty draught, as his noble friend resumed.

“Well, I don't know that I've anything else to say. Chummy's broken the thread. But, however, I'll give you—success to our order, and down with the police, and a bad night's rest to Bobby Peel.” This patriotic sentiment was loudly

applauded, and various others followed in rapid succession; but at length Slasher rose, and having introduced Stanley, who was sitting on his right, proposed his health, on the ground that, as their object was to make theinselves as powerful as possible, they ought to hail with pleasure the accession of one whose look was sufficient to prove him to be nothing but an out and outer.

Stanley's health was accordingly drunk, and he felt, of course, flattered; but he was not exactly the “out and outer” they imagined. He had, however, no desire to undeceive them, and therefore rose, less with the view of acknowledging the toast than of indulging his taste for that refined subtle irony, in which he began to excel.

“ You will believe,” said he, " of course, that I feel highly honoured, not only by this introduction to the true Sons of Glory, but by the warm, nay, I may say the enthusiastic, manner in which my name has been received. The pleasure I have experienced in the society of those brilliant persons whom I still see around me has been great ; but I candidly confess to you that it would have been greater, and far more pure, had their legitimate sphere of action been more comprehensive. I presume that this glorious institution is yet but in its infancy. I am prepared to make every allowance for that; still I must say that its members do not at present appear to be anything like the trumps I expected to find them."

“What do you mean? What do you mean?” exclaimed the younger Sons of Glory, who panted for the pleasure of calling him out.

“I mean," replied Stanley, “that you have done really nothing to immortalise yourselves. Immortality can never be secured by confining your operations to knockers and belís!”

“ They have not been thus confined."

"I admit they have not strictly. You have an elegant variety of door-plates ; but where are all the parochial weather-cocks ? Policemen's hats and truncheons you have in abundance ; but have you ever captured an entire suit of clothes ? You have stopped up chimneys, extinguished the gas, practised beautifully with the air-gun, and wrenched off an orb; but where is the ladle of Aldgate pump? - where is the shield of Achilles ? The royal pigtail still hangs down the back of the Third George ; that sublime work of art, the striking statue of the Fourth, stands at King's Cross still; the sceptre of Elizabeth is still in her hand; the bust of her favourite Shakspeare is still in Wych Street; the pepper-box still adorns the Royal Academy; the Mercury of the Morning Post still stands upon the parapet ; while the ball and cross are still upon the top of St. Paul's! It is to these things, and all such as these, that I am anxious to direct your attention. Let them be captured, and then we may establish a museum for the private exhibition of our trophies, with the names of the captors emblazoned thereon, that our children, and our children's children, nay, even the remotest posterity, may know that we were Sons of Glory indeed.”

Before the conclusion of this speech, the fiery malcontents were calmed: but when Stanley resumed his seat the applause was deafening. He had won all their hearts ; he was, in their view, a trump of the first water; he had opened to them a new field of glory, and had thereby created so powerful a sensation, that they immediately formed themselves into committees, with the view of discussing the practicability of the feats he had suggested.

This Stanley no sooner perceived than--it being rather late-he and Albert, without ceremony, departed, and, on leaving the house, entered at large into that broad and strongly-marked distinction which is drawn-not by the law, but by those to whom its administration is intrusted between professional and amateur felons. Albert, of course, would not hear of the “felonious intent;" he repudiated the notion with scorn; but Stanley stuck to it with firmness, albeit he admitted that these amateur felons were men whose gentlemanly feelings and refined sensibilities were so acute, that either of them would, without the slightest remorse, shoot the dearest friend he had through the heart, if in an unguarded moment he dared to impugn his honour.

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