unfortnitly, was all about the lots of money as they gives away.  But I remembred all about their luvly dinners, and that was naterally more intresting to my hordience.  I was werry much pressed to say which, in my opinion, of all the Nobel Livvery Cumpnys guv the most nobly scrumpshus Dinners of ’em all, but I declined, on the ground that it wood naterally cause a most enormous emount of gelosy, and was of too delicat and xquisit a natur to be thus publicly discussed.  There was werry considerabel diffrens of opinion about their warious choice wines, but all agreed in praising them werry hily, but ewen more, the trew libberality with which they was served, and not poured out so close as to make the pore Waiter’s dooty a thirsty and tanterlising one indeed.

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We drank the Nobel Army of Hotel Keepers, most serttenly not forgettin the gentlemanly Manager of the truly “Grand,” as ewerybody knows as is anybody, and drank to their great success, for werry ewident reesons.

Young FRANK returned thanks for the Ladies, and, with all the reckless ordassity of a young feller of forty, was rash enuff to say, as how as he werrily believed, that if the prinsiple Hotel Keepers was to hintroduce pretty Gals as Waiters, all us old Fogys, as he rudely called us, woud have to go and git our seweral livings in a more manly employment!  Of course boys will be boys, so we kindly forgave him, more specially as he stands six foot one in his stockings, let alone his boots.  However he made up for his bad manners by singing with his capital voice, his new Song of “Old Robert the Waiter” being a rayther complementary Parody, as he called it, upon “Old Simon the Cellerer,” which was receeved with emense aplause.  So he gave, as an arncore, the Waiter’s favrite Glee of “Mynear Van Dunk,” with its fine conwincing moral against Teetotaling and all such cold rubbish.

BROWN wound up the armony of our truly appy heavening by singing his new song of, “The LORD MARE leads a nappy life,” and we sort our seweral nupshal couches as happy and contented a lot as his Lordship hisself, our werry larst drink all round being to the follering sentiment given out by me as the prowd Chairman:  “May all the well to do in this grand old London of ours enjoy as merry a Crismus as we have enjoyed to-night, and may they all give a kind thort, and a liberal stump-up, to all the poor and needy who so badly wants it this bitter weather.”  ROBERT.

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[Illustration:  Toll’d after Supper.  Subject for a Knellegy.]