The things we do!

Before Clive and his friend J. J. came to
Gandish's, the Barkerites were having the best of that constant match
which the two academies were playing. Fred Bayham, who knew every
coffee-house in town, and whose initials were scored on a thousand tavern
doors, was for a while a constant visitor at Lundy's, played pool with
the young men, and did not disdain to dip his beard into their
porter-pots, when invited to partake of their drink; treated them
handsomely when he was in cash himself; and was an honorary member of
Barker's academy. Nay, when the guardsman was not forthcoming, who was
standing for one of Barker's heroic pictures, Bayham bared his immense
arms and brawny shoulders, and stood as Prince Edward, with Philippa
sucking the poisoned wound. He would take his friends up to the picture
in the Exhibition, and proudly point to it. "Look at that biceps, sir,
and now look at this--that's Barker's masterpiece, sir, and that's the
muscle of F. B., sir." In no company was F.


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