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Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1855-08-14 00:00:00

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dared, to his great surprise, that Auguste had
not been brought to the station-house, nor had
he ever seen him before.

" How came he in the van, then ?" was the

question.
Policeman Tipper got very red in the face, but
said nothing.
" How I get in ?" exclaimed Auguste. "
dam, I shall say, I vant to go to Saint Jean Vood,
I see a bus come. I tell dis snob Igo vid him.
Jump in,' he say. I jump. Before I turned
me round he lock me into a black chamber. I
break my face against de door, my claret fly, I
hit my bones, I cry out, nobody come. When
de place was open, I pitch into him—l floor him
—I knock him into de middle of de week !"

Auguste accompanied these remarks by throw-
ing himself into one of his finest pugilistic atti-
tudes, and, in the frenzy of his intense excitement,
dealing out a round of imaginary facers.
"So then," observed Mr. Dove, turning to
Policeman Tipper with a severe countenance,
though it was with difficulty he preserved his
gravity during Auguste's explanation—" so, then,
you were the person who provoked this assault—
committed one, indeed, yourself, and that of the
most scandalous nature. To take advantage of a
foreigner's not very unnatural mistake, in order
to get him into trouble ! Scandalous ! I shall
recommend Sir Richard to dismiss you the Force.
You deserve all you got at the prisoner's hands."
" Ah, yas !" interposed Auguste with a tri-
umphant air. " I mill him veil—l give him a
full •belly--I cook his goose !"
A general roar of laughter put an end to the
scene, and the case was dismissed.

again about Wednesday next—which was to be
demonstrated.

" Our weather has been charming and very,'
and seems likely to continue so. We are at a
delightful inn (locanda I call it when I speak
Italian), and live in the public room, which is
quite private. The bedrooms are fitted up with
peculiar taste ; mine contains an iron bedstead
with one leg shorter than the other (which, on
the first night of my arrival, deposited me safely
on the floor—N.B. stone), a wash-hand basin one
inch and a quarter deep and six inches in dia-
meter, a small piece of broken looking-glass, and
half a table. It is an airy room, with four doors,
which we should in England call glass-doors, only
these have no glass in the openings. However,
they are easily closed, for they have shutters
which won't shut above half-way ; however, a
couple of towels and a bit of board keep them
together very snugly. The walls are stuccoed
and painted in the same manner as the houses at
Pompeii, only that they are quite white, and
entirely without ornament of any kind.
" We take two meals a-day, besides a luncheon.
In the morning a little boy, with dark (I won't
say dirty) looking hands and face, brings us some
coffee in a little tin-pot. The coffee is poured
over into the saucer, which saves the boy the
trouble of washing it out. We can always tell
how much we have had, for the coffee leaves a
black mark on the cup wherever it has touched
it. Upon the whole, it would be a very nice
breakfast if the eggs were new, the butter fresh,
and the bread not quite so sour. But the dinner
makes up for all. We begin always with mac-
caroni--I have learned to eat it in the Neapolitan
fashion ; it is the prettiest sight imaginable ; and
lam making great progress. We then have lots
of little fish (from which they tell me they make
eeppia) fried ; they taste pleasantly, and black
all your teeth and lips. They dress their fish
with the scales on, too, which makes them look
very pretty. We next generally choose a pol-
lastro deliziozo,' because it is the tenderest thing
we can get. We each take a leg, and tug it till
it comes asunder, which it usually does in a few
minutes. They are very fine birds, and when you
happen to hit upon a piece which you can eat, it
makes a particularly agreeable variety. When
the chicken has disappeared, we call for fruit, and
they sometimes bring it. The hot-baked chest-
nuts would be delicious if they were ever warm—
they never are so ; but then the grapes are so hot
that it comes to the same thing. When we tell
the man to bring some water to wash off the dirt
that is always about them, he wipes them in his
own apron, which is certainly better and surer.
"We finish our repast with a ditto of the
coffee that we have had in the morning, only
thicker and of darker colour. This is not the
dinner we always have. There are varieties in
the bill of fare which your Ladyship little dreams
of. I will mention two or three, with their
prices, as specimens :

Grains.
Frogiolino al brodo—small embroidered frogs 5
Fetti de cazzio carvallo—feet of a cart horse
Bolito de vaccina—a boiled cow, only 5
Fetti de Genevese—Genoese feet
Calaniaro arostito—a roasted inkstand
Frita de negro—a fried negro 5

Other delicacies are to be had by paying higher
prices for them ; but as we are only artistes, and
not gran' signori, we are contented with little.
" I am delighted with my new acquaintance
and his well-informed friend. Angell is a very
intelligent, amiable man ; I like him so much
that I even let him smoke in the dining-room—
a thing unheard of, as you may suppose, in these
refined regions. Poor fellow ! lam sorry to say
that the cause of his breathing so hard is but too
well accounted for—he has a decided asthma,