As to the washerwoman pawning the clothes, and coming in a state of penitent intoxication to apologize,I suppose that might have happened several times to anybody. Also the chimney on fire, the parish engine,and perjury on the part of the Beadle. But I apprehend that we were personally fortunate in engaging a servant with a taste for cordials, who swelled our running account for porter at the public-house by such inexplicable items as 'quartern rum shrub （Mrs. C.）'; 'Half-quartern gin and cloves （Mrs. C.）'; 'Glass rum and peppermint （Mrs. C.）'—the parentheses always referring to Dora, who was supposed, it appeared on explanation, to have imbibed the whole of these refreshments.