Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 8/More recollections of a retired butler

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MORE RECOLLECTIONS OF A RETIRED BUTLER.

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Having heard my former communication[1] very highly spoken of by many impartial judges, I have consented, at the earnest request of my young friend the barrister’s clerk, to contribute my recollections of a dinner for eight, consisting of soup, &c., &c., &c., and when the principal guests were a company of actors playing in the neighbourhood. My master, Sir T—Z—was a great patron of the stage, and always took benefit ​tickets of the actors when they came into our neighbourhood, and was also in the habit of asking some of the best to dinner, and insisting on our servants treating them with the same respect and attention as the highest family in the neighbourhood. For my own part, my master’s dining-table was my Board of Green Cloth, and any one sitting thereat had passed the rubicon for me, and was respected and waited on accordingly.
At the request of my young friend the B. C., I will begin at medias res (I don’t know what it means), and not dwell upon the bill of fare or the cellar-book.
“You were an old friend of poor Buskin,[2] who died lately, were you not?” said Sir Thomas, addressing Mr. Spangles.
“Yes, Sir Thomas; I k

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