—Welcome to the 'Jolly Angler!' Give us thy hand, young Sir;—I shall be happy to blow a cloud with thee."
"With all due submission," said Mr. Tomlinsin, "I think it may first be as well to introduce my pupil and friend to his future companions."
"You speak like a leary cove," cried Gentleman George, still squeezing our hero's hand; and, turning round in his elbow chair, he pointed to each member, as he severally introduced his guests to Paul—
"Here," said he,—"here's a fine chap at my right hand—(the person thus designated was a thin military-looking figure, in a shabby riding frock, and with a commanding, bold, aquiline countenance, a little the worse for wear)—here's a fine chap for you; Fighting Attie we calls him: he's a devil on the road. 'Halt—deliver—must and shall—can't and shan't—do as I bid you, or go to the devil,'—that's all Fighting Attie's palaver; and, 'sdeath, it has a wonderful way of coming to the point! A famous cull is my friend Attiean old soldierhas seen the world, and knows what is what; has lots of gumtion, and
