Flanagan in a state of
excitement. Ah! pleasant days, happy gold dingy chambers illuminated by
youthful sunshine! merry songs and kind faces--it is pleasant to recall
you. Some of those bright eyes shine no more: some of those smiling lips
do not speak. Some are not less kind, but sadder than in those days: of
which the memories revisit us for a moment, and sink back into the grey
past. The dear old Colonel beat time with great delight to the songs; the
widow lit his cigar with her own fair fingers. That was the only smoke
permitted during the entertainment--George Warrington himself not being
allowed to use his cutty-pipe--though the gay little widow said that she
had been used to smoking in the West Indies and I dare say spoke the
truth. Our entertainment lasted actually until after dark: and a
particularly neat cab being called from St. Clement's by Mr. Binnie's
boy, you may be sure we all conducted the ladies to their vehicle: and
many a fellow returning from his lonely club that evening into chambers
must have envied us the pleasure of having received two such beauties.
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