. Master Humphrey's clock . Varden said, like Christians. As there was to be a grand parade of the Royal East London Voluntoorsthat afternoon, the locksmith did no more work; but sat down comfortablywith his pipe in his mouth, and his arm round his pretty daugliters waist,looking lovingly on Mis. V. from time to time, and exhibiting from the crownof his head to the sole of his foot, one smiling surface of good humour. Andto be sure, when it was time to dress him in his regimentals, and Dolly, hang-ing about him in all kinds of graceful winning ways, helped to button and buckleand brush him up
. Master Humphrey's clock . Varden said, like Christians. As there was to be a grand parade of the Royal East London Voluntoorsthat afternoon, the locksmith did no more work; but sat down comfortablywith his pipe in his mouth, and his arm round his pretty daugliters waist,looking lovingly on Mis. V. from time to time, and exhibiting from the crownof his head to the sole of his foot, one smiling surface of good humour. Andto be sure, when it was time to dress him in his regimentals, and Dolly, hang-ing about him in all kinds of graceful winning ways, helped to button and buckleand brush him up and get him into one of the tightest coats that ever wasmade by mortal tailor, he was the proudest father in all England. What a handy jade it is! said the locksmith to Mrs. Varden, who stood bywith folded hands—rather proud of her husband too—while Miggs held his capand sword at arms length, as if mistrusting that the latter might run some onethrough the body of its own accord; but never marry a soldier Doll, my Dolly didnt ask why not, or say a word indeed, but stooped her head downvery low to tie his sash. I never wear this dress, said honest Gabriel, but I think of poor Joe 17C MASTER HUMPHREYS CLOCK. Willet. I loved Joe ; he was always a favourite of mine. Poor Joe!—Dearheart, my girl, dont tie me in so tight. Dolly laughed—not like herself at all—the strangest little laugh that couldbe—and held her head down lower still. Poor Joe ! resumed the locksmith, muttering to himself ; I alwayswish he had come to me. I might have made it up between them, if he ! old John made a great mistake in his way of acting by that lad—a greatmistake.—Have you nearly tied that sash, my dear ? What an ill-made sash it was ! There it was, loose again and trailing on theground. Dolly was obliged to kneel down, and recommence at the beginning. Never mind young Willet, Varden, said his wife frowning; you mightfind some one more deserving to talk about, I think. Miss M
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