"Atavernistherendezvous，theexchange，thestapleofgood
　　fellows。Ihaveheardmygreat—grandfathertell，howhis
　　great—great—grandfathershouldsay，thatitwasanoldproverbwhen
　　hisgreat—grandfatherwasachild，that’itwasagoodwindthat
　　blewamantothewine。’"
　　MOTHERBOMBIE。
　　ITISapiouscustom，insomeCatholiccountries，tohonorthe
　　memoryofsaintsbyvotivelightsburntbeforetheirpictures。The
　　popularityofasaint，therefore，maybeknownbythenumberof
　　theseofferings。One，perhaps，islefttomoulderinthedarknessof
　　hislittlechapel；anothermayhaveasolitarylamptothrowits
　　blinkingraysathwarthiseffigy；whilethewholeblazeofadoration
　　islavishedattheshrineofsomebeatifiedfatherofrenown。The
　　wealthydevoteebringshishugeluminaryofwax；theeagerzealot
　　hisseven—branchedcandlestick，andeventhemendicantpilgrimisby
　　nomeanssatisfiedthatsufficientlightisthrownuponthe
　　deceased，unlesshehangsuphislittlelampofsmokingoil。The
　　consequenceis，thatintheeagernesstoenlighten，theyareoftenapt
　　toobscure；andIhaveoccasionallyseenanunluckysaintalmost
　　smokedoutofcountenancebytheofficiousnessofhisfollowers。
　　InlikemannerhasitfaredwiththeimmortalShakspeare。Every
　　writerconsidersithisboundendutytolightupsomeportionofhis
　　characterorworks，andtorescuesomemeritfromoblivion。The
　　commentator，opulentinwords，producesvasttomesofdissertations；
　　thecommonherdofeditorssendupmistsofobscurityfromtheirnotes
　　atthebottomofeachpage；andeverycasualscribblerbringshis
　　farthingrushlightofeulogyorresearch，toswellthecloudof
　　incenseandofsmoke。
　　AsIhonorallestablishedusagesofmybrethrenofthequill，I
　　thoughtitbutpropertocontributemymiteofhomagetothememoryof
　　theillustriousbard。Iwasforsometime，however，sorelypuzzled
　　inwhatwayIshoulddischargethisduty。Ifoundmyselfanticipated
　　ineveryattemptatanewreading；everydoubtfullinehadbeen
　　explainedadozendifferentways，andperplexedbeyondthereachof
　　elucidation；andastofinepassages，theyhadallbeenamply
　　praisedbypreviousadmirers；nay，socompletelyhadthebard，of
　　late，beenoverlardedwithpanegyricbyagreatGermancritic，thatit
　　wasdifficultnowtofindevenafaultthathadnotbeenarguedintoa
　　beauty。
　　Inthisperplexity，Iwasonemorningturningoverhispages，whenI
　　casuallyopeneduponthecomicscenesofHenryIV。，andwas，ina
　　moment，completelylostinthemadcaprevelryoftheBoar’sHead
　　Tavern。Sovividlyandnaturallyarethesescenesofhumordepicted，
　　andwithsuchforceandconsistencyarethecharacterssustained，that
　　theybecomemingledupinthemindwiththefactsandpersonagesof
　　reallife。Tofewreadersdoesitoccur，thattheseareallideal
　　creationsofapoet’sbrain，andthat，insobertruth，nosuchknotof
　　merryroystererseverenlivenedthedullneighborhoodofEastcheap。
　　FormypartIlovetogivemyselfuptotheillusionsofpoetry。A
　　herooffictionthatneverexistedisjustasvaluabletomeasahero
　　ofhistorythatexistedathousandyearssince：and，ifImaybe
　　excusedsuchaninsensibilitytothecommontiesofhumannature，I
　　wouldnotgiveupfatJackforhalfthegreatmenofancient
　　chronicle。Whathavetheheroesofyoredoneforme，ormenlikeme？
　　TheyhaveconqueredcountriesofwhichIdonotenjoyanacre；orthey
　　havegainedlaurelsofwhichIdonotinheritaleaf；ortheyhave
　　furnishedexamplesofhair—brainedprowess，whichIhaveneitherthe
　　opportunitynortheinclinationtofollow。But，oldJackFalstaff！—
　　kindJackFalstaff！sweetJackFalstaff！—hasenlargedthe
　　boundariesofhumanenjoyment；hehasaddedvastregionsofwitand
　　goodhumor，inwhichthepoorestmanmayrevel；andhasbequeatheda
　　never—failinginheritanceofjollylaughter，tomakemankindmerrier
　　andbettertothelatestposterity。
　　Athoughtsuddenlystruckme："Iwillmakeapilgrimageto
　　Eastcheap，"saidI，closingthebook，"andseeiftheoldBoar’s
　　HeadTavernstillexists。WhoknowsbutImaylightuponsome
　　legendarytracesofDameQuicklyandherguests；atanyrate，there
　　willbeakindredpleasure，intreadingthehallsoncevocalwith
　　theirmirth，tothatthetoperenjoysinsmellingtotheemptycask
　　oncefilledwithgenerouswine。"
　　Theresolutionwasnosoonerformedthanputinexecution。Iforbear
　　totreatofthevariousadventuresandwondersIencounteredinmy
　　travels；ofthehauntedregionsofCockLane；ofthefadedglories
　　ofLittleBritain，andthepartsadjacent；whatperilsIranin
　　Cateaton—streetandoldJewry；oftherenownedGuildhallanditstwo
　　stuntedgiants，theprideandwonderofthecity，andtheterrorof
　　allunluckyurchins；andhowIvisitedLondonStone，andstruckmy
　　staffuponit，inimitationofthatarchrebel，JackCade。
　　Letitsufficetosay，thatIatlengtharrivedinmerry
　　Eastcheap，thatancientregionofwitandwassail，wherethevery
　　namesofthestreetsrelishedofgoodcheer，asPuddingLanebears
　　testimonyevenatthepresentday。ForEastcheap，saysoldStowe，"was
　　alwaysfamousforitsconvivialdoings。Thecookescriedhotribbesof
　　beefroasted，pieswellbaked，andothervictuals：therewas
　　clatteringofpewterpots，harpe，pipe，andsawtrie。"Alas！how
　　sadlyisthescenechangedsincetheroaringdaysofFalstaffand
　　oldStowe！Themadcaproystererhasgivenplacetotheplodding
　　tradesman；theclatteringofpotsandthesoundof"harpeand
　　sawtrie，"tothedinofcartsandtheaccurseddingingofthe
　　dustman’sbell；andnosongisheard，save，haply，thestrainof
　　somesirenfromBillingsgate，chantingtheeulogyofdeceased
　　mackerel。
　　Isought，invain，fortheancientabodeofDameQuickly。Theonly
　　relicofitisaboar’shead，carvedinreliefinstone，which
　　formerlyservedasthesign，butatpresentisbuiltintothe
　　partinglineoftwohouses，whichstandonthesiteoftherenowned
　　oldtavern。
　　Forthehistoryofthislittleabodeofgoodfellowship，Iwas
　　referredtoatallow—chandler’swidow，opposite，whohadbeenbornand
　　broughtuponthespot，andwaslookeduptoastheindisputable
　　chronicleroftheneighborhood。Ifoundherseatedinalittleback
　　parlor，thewindowofwhichlookedoutuponayardabouteightfeet
　　square，laidoutasaflower—garden；whileaglassdooropposite
　　affordedadistantpeepofthestreet，throughavistaofsoapand
　　tallowcandles：thetwoviews，whichcomprised，inallprobability，
　　herprospectsinlife，andthelittleworldinwhichshehadlived，
　　andmoved，andhadherbeing，forthebetterpartofacentury。
　　TobeversedinthehistoryofEastcheap，greatandlittle，from
　　LondonStoneevenuntotheMonument，wasdoubtless，inheropinion，to
　　beacquaintedwiththehistoryoftheuniverse。Yet，withallthis，
　　shepossessedthesimplicityoftruewisdom，andthatliberal
　　communicativedisposition，whichIhavegenerallyremarkedin
　　intelligentoldladies，knowingintheconcernsoftheirneighborhood。
　　Herinformation，however，didnotextendfarbackintoantiquity。
　　ShecouldthrownolightuponthehistoryoftheBoar’sHead，fromthe
　　timethatDameQuicklyespousedthevaliantPistol，untilthegreat
　　fireofLondon，whenitwasunfortunatelyburntdown。Itwassoon
　　rebuilt，andcontinuedtoflourishundertheoldnameandsign，
　　untiladyinglandlord，struckwithremorsefordoublescores，bad
　　measures，andotheriniquities，whichareincidenttothesinful
　　raceofpublicans，endeavoredtomakehispeacewithheaven，by
　　bequeathingthetaverntoSt。Michael’sChurch，CrookedLane，
　　towardsthesupportingofachaplain。Forsometimethevestry
　　meetingswereregularlyheldthere；butitwasobservedthattheold
　　Boarneverhelduphisheadunderchurchgovernment。Hegradually
　　declined，andfinallygavehislastgaspaboutthirtyyearssince。The
　　tavernwasthenturnedintoshops；butsheinformedmethata
　　pictureofitwasstillpreservedinSt。Michael’sChurch，whichstood
　　justintherear。Togetasightofthispicturewasnowmy
　　determination；so，havinginformedmyselfoftheabodeofthe
　　sexton，ItookmyleaveofthevenerablechroniclerofEastcheap，my
　　visithavingdoubtlessraisedgreatlyheropinionofherlegendary
　　lore，andfurnishedanimportantincidentinthehistoryofherlife。
　　Itcostmesomedifficulty，andmuchcuriousinquiry，toferret
　　outthehumblehanger—ontothechurch。IhadtoexploreCrookedLane，
　　anddiverslittlealleys，andelbows，anddarkpassages，withwhich
　　thisoldcityisperforated，likeanancientcheese，oraworm—eaten
　　chestofdrawers。AtlengthItracedhimtoacornerofasmall
　　courtsurroundedbyloftyhouses，wheretheinhabitantsenjoyaboutas
　　muchofthefaceofheaven，asacommunityoffrogsatthebottomofa
　　well。
　　Thesextonwasameek，acquiescinglittleman，ofabowing，lowly
　　habit：yethehadapleasanttwinklinginhiseye，and，ifencouraged，
　　wouldnowandthenhazardasmallpleasantry；suchasamanofhislow
　　estatemightventuretomakeinthecompanyofhighchurchwardens，and
　　othermightymenoftheearth。Ifoundhimincompanywiththe
　　deputyorganist，seatedapart，likeMilton’sangels，discoursing，no
　　doubt，onhighdoctrinalpoints，andsettlingtheaffairsofthe
　　churchoverafriendlypotofale—forthelowerclassesofEnglish
　　seldomdeliberateonanyweightymatterwithouttheassistanceofa
　　cooltankardtocleartheirunderstandings。Iarrivedatthemoment
　　whentheyhadfinishedtheiraleandtheirargument，andwereaboutto
　　repairtothechurchtoputitinorder；sohavingmadeknownmy
　　wishes，Ireceivedtheirgraciouspermissiontoaccompanythem。
　　ThechurchofSt。Michael’s，CrookedLane，standingashortdistance
　　fromBillingsgate，isenrichedwiththetombsofmanyfishmongersof
　　renown；andaseveryprofessionhasitsgalaxyofglory，andits
　　constellationofgreatmen，Ipresumethemonumentofamighty
　　fishmongeroftheoldentimeisregardedwithasmuchreverenceby
　　succeedinggenerationsofthecraft，aspoetsfeeloncontemplating
　　thetombofVirgil，orsoldiersthemonumentofaMarlboroughor
　　Turenne。
　　Icannotbutturnaside，whilethusspeakingofillustriousmen，
　　toobservethatSt。Michael’s，CrookedLane，containsalsotheashes
　　ofthatdoughtychampion，WilliamWalworth，knight，whosomanfully
　　clovedownthesturdywight，WatTyler，inSmithfield；aheroworthy
　　ofhonorableblazon，asalmosttheonlyLordMayoronrecordfamous
　　fordeedsofarms：—thesovereignsofCockneybeinggenerallyrenowned
　　asthemostpacificofallpotentates。*
　　*Thefollowingwastheancientinscriptiononthemonumentof
　　thisworthy；which，unhappily，wasdestroyedinthegreat
　　conflagration。
　　HereunderlythamanofFame，
　　WilliamWalworthcallydbyname；
　　Fishmongerhewasinlyfftimehere，
　　AndtwiseLordMaior，asinbooksappere；
　　Who，withcouragestoutandmanlymyght，
　　SlewJackStrawinKyngRichard’ssight。
　　Forwhichactdone，andtrewentent，
　　TheKyngmadehimknyghtincontinent；
　　Andgavehimarmes，ashereyousee，
　　Todeclarehisfactandchivaldrie。
　　HeleftthislyfftheyereofourGod
　　Thirteenhundredfourscoreandthreeodd。
　　Anerrorintheforegoinginscriptionhasbeencorrectedbythe
　　venerableStowe。"Whereas，"saithhe，"ithathbeenfarspread
　　abroadbyvulgaropinion，thattherebelsmittendownsomanfullyby
　　SirWilliamWalworth，thethenworthyLordMaior，wasnamedJack
　　Straw，andnotWatTyler，Ithoughtgoodtoreconcilethis
　　rash—conceiveddoubtbysuchtestimonyasIfindinancientandgood
　　records。Theprincipalleaders，orcaptains，ofthecommons，were
　　WatTyler，asthefirstman；thesecondwasJohn，orJack，Straw，"
　　etc。，etc。
　　STOWE’SLONDON。
　　Adjoiningthechurch，inasmallcemetery，immediatelyunderthe
　　backwindowofwhatwasoncetheBoar’sHead，standsthetombstone
　　ofRobertPreston，whilomdraweratthetavern。Itisnownearlya
　　centurysincethistrustydrawerofgoodliquorclosedhisbustling
　　career，andwasthusquietlydepositedwithincallofhiscustomers。
　　AsIwasclearingawaytheweedsfromhisepitaph，thelittlesexton
　　drewmeononesidewithamysteriousair，andinformedmeinalow
　　voice，thatonceuponatime，onadarkwintrynight，whenthewind
　　wasunruly，howling，andwhistling，bangingaboutdoorsandwindows，
　　andtwirlingweathercocks，sothatthelivingwerefrightenedoutof
　　theirbeds，andeventhedeadcouldnotsleepquietlyintheirgraves，
　　theghostofhonestPreston，whichhappenedtobeairingitselfinthe
　　church—yard，wasattractedbythewell—knowncallof"waiter"fromthe
　　Boar’sHead，andmadeitssuddenappearanceinthemidstofa
　　roaringclub，justastheparishclerkwassingingastavefromthe
　　"mirregarlandofCaptainDeath；"tothediscomfitureofsundry
　　train—bandcaptains，andtheconversionofaninfidelattorney，who
　　becameazealousChristianonthespot，andwasneverknowntotwist
　　thetruthafterwards，exceptinthewayofbusiness。
　　Ibegitmayberemembered，thatIdonotpledgemyselfforthe
　　authenticityofthisanecdote；thoughitiswellknownthatthe
　　church—yardsandby—cornersofthisoldmetropolisareverymuch
　　infestedwithperturbedspirits；andeveryonemusthaveheardof
　　theCockLaneghost，andtheapparitionthatguardstheregaliainthe
　　Tower，whichhasfrightenedsomanyboldsentinelsalmostoutoftheir
　　wits。
　　Beallthisasitmay，thisRobertPrestonseemstohavebeena
　　worthysuccessortothenimble—tonguedFrancis，whoattendedupon
　　therevelsofPrinceHal；tohavebeenequallypromptwithhis
　　"anon，anon，sir；"andtohavetranscendedhispredecessorinhonesty；
　　forFalstaff，theveracityofwhosetastenomanwillventureto
　　impeach，flatlyaccusesFrancisofputtinglimeinhissack；whereas
　　honestPreston’sepitaphlaudshimforthesobrietyofhisconduct，
　　thesoundnessofhiswine，andthefairnessofhismeasure。*The
　　worthydignitariesofthechurch，however，didnotappearmuch
　　captivatedbythesobervirtuesofthetapster；thedeputyorganist，
　　whohadamoistlookoutoftheeye，madesomeshrewdremarkonthe
　　abstemiousnessofamanbroughtupamongfullhogsheads；andthe
　　littlesextoncorroboratedhisopinionbyasignificantwink，anda
　　dubiousshakeofthehead。
　　*Asthisinscriptionisrifewithexcellentmorality，I
　　transcribeitfortheadmonitionofdelinquenttapsters。Itis，no
　　doubt，theproductionofsomechoicespirit，whooncefrequentedthe
　　Boar’sHead。
　　Bacchus，togivethetopingworldsurprise，
　　Producedonesoberson，andherehelies。
　　Thoughrear’damongfullhogsheads，hedefy’d
　　Thecharmsofwine，andeveryonebeside。
　　Oreader，iftojusticethou’rtinclined，
　　KeephonestPrestondailyinthymind。
　　Hedrewgoodwine，tookcaretofillhispots，
　　Hadsundryvirtuesthatexcusedhisfaults。
　　YouthatonBacchushavethelikedependance，
　　PraycopyBobinmeasureandattendance。
　　Thusfarmyresearches，thoughtheythrewmuchlightonthe
　　historyoftapsters，fishmongers，andLordMayors，yetdisappointedme
　　inthegreatobjectofmyquest，thepictureoftheBoar’sHead
　　Tavern。NosuchpaintingwastobefoundinthechurchofSt。Michael。
　　"Marryandamen！"saidI，"hereendethmyresearch！"SoIwasgiving
　　thematterup，withtheairofabaffledantiquary，whenmyfriendthe
　　sexton，perceivingmetobecuriousineverythingrelativetotheold
　　tavern，offeredtoshowmethechoicevesselsofthevestry，whichhad
　　beenhandeddownfromremotetimes，whentheparishmeetingswereheld
　　attheBoar’sHead。Theseweredepositedintheparishclub—room，
　　whichhadbeentransferred，onthedeclineoftheancient
　　establishment，toatavernintheneighborhood。
　　Afewstepsbroughtustothehouse，whichstandsNo。12MilesLane，
　　bearingthetitleofTheMason’sArms，andiskeptbyMasterEdward
　　Honeyball，the"bully—rock"oftheestablishment。Itisoneofthose
　　littletavernswhichaboundintheheartofthecity，andformthe
　　centreofgossipandintelligenceoftheneighborhood。Weentered
　　thebar—room，whichwasnarrowanddarkling；forintheseclose
　　lanesbutfewraysofreflectedlightareenabledtostruggledown
　　totheinhabitants，whosebroaddayisatbestbutatolerable
　　twilight。Theroomwaspartitionedintoboxes，eachcontainingatable
　　spreadwithacleanwhitecloth，readyfordinner。Thisshowedthat
　　theguestswereofthegoodoldstamp，anddividedtheirday
　　equally，foritwasbutjustoneo’clock。Atthelowerendoftheroom
　　wasaclearcoalfire，beforewhichabreastoflambwasroasting。A
　　rowofbrightbrasscandlesticksandpewtermugsglistenedalongthe
　　mantelpiece，andanold—fashionedclocktickedinonecorner。There
　　wassomethingprimitiveinthismedleyofkitchen，parlor，andhall，
　　thatcarriedmebacktoearliertimes，andpleasedme。Theplace，
　　indeed，washumble，buteverythinghadthatlookoforderand
　　neatness，whichbespeaksthesuperintendenceofanotableEnglish
　　housewife。Agroupofamphibious—lookingbeings，whomightbeeither
　　fishermenorsailors，wereregalingthemselvesinoneoftheboxes。As
　　Iwasavisitorofratherhigherpretensions，Iwasusheredintoa
　　littlemisshapenbackroom，havingatleastninecorners。Itwas
　　lightedbyaskylight，furnishedwithantiquatedleathernchairs，
　　andornamentedwiththeportraitofafatpig。Itwasevidently
　　appropriatedtoparticularcustomers，andIfoundashabby
　　gentleman，inarednoseandoil—clothhat，seatedinonecorner，
　　meditatingonahalf—emptypotofporter。
　　Theoldsextonhadtakenthelandladyaside，andwithanairof
　　profoundimportanceimpartedtohermyerrand。DameHoneyballwasa
　　likely，plump，bustlinglittlewoman，andnobadsubstituteforthat
　　paragonofhostesses，DameQuickly。Sheseemeddelightedwithan
　　opportunitytooblige；andhurryingupstairstothearchivesofher
　　house，wherethepreciousvesselsoftheparishclubweredeposited，
　　shereturned，smilingandcourtesying，withtheminherhands。
　　Thefirstshepresentedmewasajapannedirontobacco—box，of
　　giganticsize，outofwhich，Iwastold，thevestryhadsmokedat
　　theirstatedmeetings，sincetimeimmemorial；andwhichwasnever
　　sufferedtobeprofanedbyvulgarhands，orusedoncommon
　　occasions。Ireceiveditwithbecomingreverence；butwhatwasmy
　　delight，atbeholdingonitscovertheidenticalpaintingofwhichI
　　wasinquest！TherewasdisplayedtheoutsideoftheBoar’sHead
　　Tavern，andbeforethedoorwastobeseenthewholeconvivial
　　group，attable，infullrevel；picturedwiththatwonderful
　　fidelityandforce，withwhichtheportraitsofrenownedgenerals
　　andcommodoresareillustratedontobacco—boxes，forthebenefitof
　　posterity。Lest，however，thereshouldbeanymistake，thecunning
　　limnerhadwarilyinscribedthenamesofPrinceHalandFalstaffon
　　thebottomsoftheirchairs。
　　Ontheinsideofthecoverwasaninscription，nearlyobliterated，
　　recordingthatthisboxwasthegiftofSirRichardGore，forthe
　　useofthevestrymeetingsattheBoar’sHeadTavern，andthatit
　　was"repairedandbeautifiedbyhissuccessor，Mr。JohnPackard，
　　1767。"Suchisafaithfuldescriptionofthisaugustandvenerable
　　relic；andIquestionwhetherthelearnedScribleriuscontemplatedhis
　　Romanshield，ortheKnightsoftheRoundTablethelong—sought
　　san—greal，withmoreexultation。
　　WhileIwasmeditatingonitwithenrapturedgaze，DameHoneyball，
　　whowashighlygratifiedbytheinterestitexcited，putinmyhandsa
　　drinkingcuporgoblet，whichalsobelongedtothevestry，andwas
　　descendedfromtheoldBoar’sHead。Itboretheinscriptionof
　　havingbeenthegiftofFrancisWythers，knight，andwasheld，she
　　toldme，inexceedinggreatvalue，beingconsideredvery"antyke。"
　　Thislastopinionwasstrengthenedbytheshabbygentlemaninthe
　　rednoseandoil—clothhat，andwhomIstronglysuspectedofbeinga
　　linealdescendantfromthevaliantBardolph。Hesuddenlyrousedfrom
　　hismeditationonthepotofporter，and，castingaknowinglookat
　　thegoblet，exclaimed，"Ay，ay！theheaddon’tachenowthatmadethat
　　therearticle！"
　　Thegreatimportanceattachedtothismementoofancientrevelry
　　bymodernchurchwardensatfirstpuzzledme；butthereisnothing
　　sharpenstheapprehensionsomuchasantiquarianresearch；forI
　　immediatelyperceivedthatthiscouldbenootherthantheidentical
　　"parcel—giltgoblet"onwhichFalstaffmadehisloving，but
　　faithlessvowtoDameQuickly；andwhichwould，ofcourse，be
　　treasuredupwithcareamongtheregaliaofherdomains，asa
　　testimonyofthatsolemncontract。*
　　*Thoudidstsweartomeuponaparcel—giltgoblet，sittinginmy
　　Dolphinchamber，attheroundtable，byasea—coalfire，onWednesday，
　　inWhitsunweek，whentheprincebrokethyheadforlikeninghisfather
　　toasingingmanatWindsor；thoudidstsweartomethen，asIwas
　　washingthywound，tomarryme，andmakememylady，thywife。
　　Can’stthoudenyit？—HenryIV。，Part2。
　　Minehostess，indeed，gavemealonghistoryhowthegoblethadbeen
　　handeddownfromgenerationtogeneration。Shealsoentertainedme
　　withmanyparticularsconcerningtheworthyvestrymenwhohave
　　seatedthemselvesthusquietlyonthestoolsoftheancientroysterers
　　ofEastcheap，and，likesomanycommentators，uttercloudsofsmokein
　　honorofShakspeare。TheseIforbeartorelate，lestmyreadersshould
　　notbeascuriousinthesemattersasmyself。Sufficeittosay，the
　　neighbors，oneandall，aboutEastcheap，believethatFalstaffandhis
　　merrycrewactuallylivedandrevelledthere。Nay，thereareseveral
　　legendaryanecdotesconcerninghimstillextantamongtheoldest
　　frequentersoftheMason’sArms，whichtheygiveastransmitteddown
　　fromtheirforefathers；andMr。M’Kash，anIrishhair—dresser，whose
　　shopstandsonthesiteoftheoldBoar’sHead，hasseveraldry
　　jokesofFatJack’s，notlaiddowninthebooks，withwhichhemakes
　　hiscustomersreadytodieoflaughter。