'There, now (puff),' said he, holding up one that he thought there could be
no mistake about; 'who do you (wheeze) that is?'
'Deaf Burke,' replied Mr. Sponge, after a stare.
'_Deaf Burke!_ (puff),' replied Jog indignantly.
'Who is it, then?' asked Mr. Sponge.
'Can't you see? (wheeze),' replied Jog tartly.
'No,' replied Sponge, after another examination. 'It's not Scroggins, is
it?'
'Napoleon (puff) Bonaparte,' replied Jog, with great dignity, returning the
head to the glove.
He showed several others, with little better success, Mr. Sponge seeming
rather to take a pleasure in finding ridiculous likenesses, instead of
helping his host out in his conceits. The stick-mania was a failure, as far
as Mr. Sponge was concerned. Neither were the peregrinations about the
farms, or ter-ri-to-ry, as Jog called his estate, more successful; a man's
estate, like his children, being seldom of much interest to any but
himself.
Jog and Sponge were soon most heartily sick of each other. Nor did Mrs.
Jog's charms, nor the voluble enunciation of 'Obin and Ichard,' followed by
'Bah, bah, black sheep,' &c, from that wonderful boy, Gustavus James, mend
matters; for the young rogue having been in Mr.
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