_Tom._ Bob will accommodate; won’t you, Bob? come, Doctor, you must have a turn--one small taste.
_Log._ No go! no, no, Mr. Somerset, you’re a downy one at that sport--it won’t fit.
_Tom._ Positively you shall, Bob--come the least taste.
_Log._ Well, well! I won’t baulk your fancy, as you seem bent upon sport--but mind, only one bout.
_Jerry._ No; one will be sufficient. (_They place themselves in position_).
_Log._ Use me gently, I’m but a green at this.
_Tom._ Now, then, come up to the scratch. (_They play; Jerry makes a hit; Logic parries_).
_Log._ Do you think so; but, I say, none of your chaffing.
_Log._ Hum, I don’t think it was so much amiss myself.
_Jerry._ Now, Doctor, take care of your bread-basket--eyes right, look to your napper.
_Tom._ Ay, ay, be leary, Bob, take care of your ribs--mind your pipkin--be down on your pimple. (_They play a second bout; Jerry breaks Logic’s head_).
_Tom._ I say, Bob, did you hear anything knock?
_Jerry._ Doctor! I touch’d your knowledge box there, I think.
_Log._ Touch’d it, zounds! you’ve broken it, Jerry, but it must have been cracked before, or I should never have entered the lists with you. Brown-paper and vinegar for one.
Here some are tumbling and jumping in, And some are staggering out; One’s pawn’d her smock for a quarten of gin, Another, her husband’s coat.
Behold, Mr. Tom and Jerry, Have got an old woman in tow, They sluic’d her with gin, ’till she reel’d on her pins, And was haul’d off to quod for a row.
TOM _and_ JERRY _taking_ BLUE RUIN, _after the_ SPELL _is broken up_.
TOM is _sluicing_ the _ivories_ of some of the unfortunate heroines with blue ruin, whom the breaking up of the SPELL _has turned-up_ without any luck, in order to send them to their _pannies_ full of _spirits_. JERRY is in _Tip Street_ on this occasion, and the _Mollishers_ are all _nutty_ upon him; putting it about, one to another, that he is a _well breeched_ SWELL. FAT BET is pretending to TOM, that she had a great objection to every sort of _ruin_, no matter how _coloured_, since she had once been _queered_ upon that suit. SWIPY BILL, _a translator of Soles_, who has been out for a day’s _fuddle_, for fear his money should become too troublesome to him, has just called in at the _Gin Spinner’s_ to get rid of his last _duce_, by way of a finish, and to have another drop of _blue ruin_. This last glass would have _floored_ him, had it not been for the large butt of liquor which he staggered against. Hiccoughing, he swears “he’ll stand by OLD TOM while he has a _sole_ left to support such a good fellow.”