seemed no very high compliment to the lady's charms; but, as Mr.

Bumble accompanied the threat with many warlike gestures, she was

much touched with this proof of his devotion, and protested, with

great admiration, that he was indeed a dove.

The dove then turned up his coat-collar, and put on his cocked

hat; and, having exchanged a long and affectionate embrace with

his future partner, once again braved the cold wind of the night:

merely pausing, for a few minutes, in the male paupers' ward, to