as heretofore, it is not the fault of your inclinations."
"No, that it is not!" cried the "Tax-Collectors" unanimously; "And if ever a pocket is to be picked neatly, quietly, and effectually," added the complimentary Clifford, "I do not know to this day, throughout the three kingdoms, a neater, quieter, and more effective set of fingers than Old Bags's!"
The veteran bowed disclaimingly, and took his seat among the heartfelt good wishes of the whole assemblage.
"And now, gentlemen," said Clifford, as soon as the revellers had provided themselves with their wonted luxuries, potatory and fumous, "let us hear your adventures, and rejoice our eyes with their produce. The gallant Attie shall begin—but first, a toast,—'May those who leap from a hedge never leap from a tree!'"
This toast being drunk with enthusiastic applause, Fighting Attie began the recital of his little history.
