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A LITTLE DINNER AT TIMMINS'S.
by William Makepeace Thackeray

I.
Mr. and Mrs. Fitzroy Timmins live in Lilliput Street, that neat little
street which runs at right angles with the Park and Brobdingnag

Gardens. It is a very genteel neighborhood, and I need not say they are
of a good family.
Especially Mrs. Timmins, as her mamma is always telling Mr. T. They
are Suffolk people, and distantly related to the Right honorable the Earl
of Bungay.
Besides his house in Lilliput Street, Mr. Timmins has chambers in
Fig-tree Court, Temple, and goes the Northern Circuit.
The other day, when there was a slight difference about the payment of
fees between the great Parliamentary Counsel and the Solicitors, Stoke
and Pogers, of Great George Street, sent the papers of the Lough Foyle
and Lough Corrib Junction Railway to Mr. Fitzroy Timmins, who was
so elated that he instantly purchased a couple of looking-glasses for his
drawing-rooms (the front room is 16 by 12, and the back, a tight but
elegant apartment, 10 ft. 6 by 8 ft. 4), a coral for the baby, two new
dresses for Mrs. Timmins, and a little rosewood desk, at the
Pantechnicon, for which Rosa had long been sighing, with crumpled
legs, emerald-green and gold morocco top, and drawers all over.
Mrs. Timmins is a very pretty poetess (her "Lines to a Faded Tulip"
and her "Plaint of Plinlimmon" appeared in one of last year's
Keepsakes); and Fitzroy, as he impressed a kiss on the snowy forehead
of his bride, pointed out to her, in one of the innumerable pockets of the
desk, an elegant ruby-tipped pen, and six charming little gilt blank
books, marked "My Books," which Mrs. Fitzroy might fill, he said, (he
is an Oxford man, and very polite,) "with the delightful productions of
her Muse." Besides these books, there was pink paper, paper with
crimson edges, lace paper, all stamped with R. F. T. (Rosa Fitzroy
Timmins) and the hand and battle-axe, the crest of the Timminses (and
borne at Ascalon by Roaldus de Timmins, a crusader, who is now
buried in the Temple Church, next to Serjeant Snooks), and yellow,
pink, light- blue and other scented sealing waxes, at the service of