While Waiting Debating I Stated Before, Jack Merdle Drove Up In His Carriage And Bays, "Halloo," Said The Banker, "I See You're Ashore-- No Wonder--This Weather Is All In A Haze-- But Come In My Carriage, And Truly Confess You're A Victim Of Hunger And Dinner Down Town; A Case Of Most Common Distressing Distress; When Dining In Public With Jones, Smith Or Brown, Or Some Other Practical Men Of The Nation, Is Worse On The Whole Than A Little Starvation. But Come Home With Me For The Sake Of Lang Syne, And See Mrs. Merdle And See How We Dine. I Must Not Expect," He Advised In Advance, "To Meet With A Dinner Got Up In Perfection, But Must Run The Risk Of The Luck And The Chance, As Candidates Do On The Day Of Election."