My English Acquaintance. By F. Hardman, Esq.
The Murderer's Last Night. By T. Doubleday, Esq.
Narration of Certain Uncommon Things that did formerly happen to me, Herbert Willis, B.D.
The Wet Wooing: A Narrative of '98
d frivolous coxcomb. "Half a dozen. Shall we walk?"
"I will not tax your kindness so long," replied Oakley; "and as for walking," he added, glancing from the silver stripe upon his sleeve, indicative of his non-commissioned rank, to my suit of civilian broadcloth, "although I am by no means ashamed of my position, that is no reason for exposing you to the stare and wonder of your English acquaintances, by parading in your company the public promenade. So, if you have no objection, we will step up here. The place is respectable; but unfrequented, I dare say, by any you know."
And without giving me time to protest my utter indifference to the supercilious criticism referred to, he turned into a doorway, upon a pane of glass above which was painted a ship in full sail, with the words "Café Estaminet Hollandais." Ascending a flight or two of stairs, we entered a suite of spacious apartments, furnished with several billiard tables, with cue-racks, chairs, benches, and small tables for the use
Volume 7 was not quite up to the same standard of entertainment as Vols. 1 and 2, in my opinion. The Wags, though, was well worth reading.