THE BOARS HEAD TAVERN, EASTCHEAP.
tioned into boxes, eacaining a table spread e clot ts amp, and divided t just one oclock. At t of lamb ing. A roer mugs glistened along telpiece, and an old fasicked in one corner.
tive in tc carried me back to earlier times, and pleased me.
t everyt look of order and neatness able Englis be eitor of ratensions, I tle miss least nine corners. It ed leated rait of a fat pig. It ly appropriated to particular customers, and I found a sleman in a red nose and oil-clot seated in one corner meditating on a y pot of porter.
ton aken tance imparted to ling little itute for t paragon of esses, Dame Quickly. Sed unity to oblige, and, airs to ted, surned, smiling and courtesying, hem in her hands.
t sed me obacco-box of gigantic size, out of ry tated meetings since time immemorial, and ical painting of side of tavern, and before to be seen t table, in full revel, pictured y and force raits of renorated on tobacco-boxes, for t of posterity. Lest, ake, taff on ttoms of their chairs.
On tion, nearly obliterated, recording t t of Sir Ricry meetings at tavern, and t it ;repaired and beauti?ed by ; Sucion of t and venerable relic, and I question ed s of table t San-greal, ation.
ating on it ured gaze, Dame i?ed by terest it excited, put in my ry, and bore tion of of Francis yt, and value, being considered very quot;antyke.quot; t opinion rengtleman , and ed of being a lineal descendant from t Bardolpation on t of porter, and casting a kno t,