Lieut. Stout visits The Turkish Bath, and has an interview with Grimjaws, the balnearius—who, by the way, is a decent fellow, and curls his hair—and is not such a ruffian as our Artist has represented him—

Note. The Author of these Memoirs considered it to be his duty to reprimand the Artist for the liberty he has taken with M^r Grimjaws' portrait; but without effect, as he insists upon the priviledge of artistic imagination.—

Lieut. Stout proceeds to the Apodyterium—and having strip'd—assumes the regulation costume; which is very primitive and unpretending; being, in fact, the Masonic full dress, leaving out everything, except the little white apron.—

Lieut. Stout having enjoyed the Sudatorium, for a quarter of an hour at 120° in liquidating his substance rapidly; and being almost blinded with perspiration; is suddenly alarmed at the appearance of a human form, as naked as himself; having only a sanguineous garment of very scant dimensions round his loins; and bearing in one hand what appears to be another garment saturated and dripping with gores! and in the other hand some weapon!—It proved however to be only Grimjaws, prepared for work; and who now brings a web umschlag1 of crimson calico to bind round Stout's head—and the Liverpool Times to solace his mind.

Lieut. Stout, greatly reduced and much exhausted is now conducted by Grimjaws to the Calidarium, where, in culinary phrase, he is to be "finished".—

Finding his breathing somewhat rapid, in an atmosphere of 150°, Lieut. Stout—having already swallowed a quart of water—requests Grimjaws to bring him "un petit verre", which he will find in his coat pocket. This somewhat revives him, and he is able to reach the Tepidarium.

Grimjaws work now begins.

Stretched upon a marble slab; the alarm of the Sudatorium recurs to Stout's mind, when he finds a bucket of hot water suddenly sluiced over him, and his limbs seized up and vigorously perfricated;2 until Grimjaws and himself are fanatically abandoned to a paroxysm of soap suds, scrubbing brushes, and sudatorification.

At last, Grimjaws again assumes the superiority, and thrusting Stout into an iron cupboard, his schoolboy recollections rush to his mind; and mingling with his present experiences, present the horrid idea of Phalerus and Procrustes.—

There is no saying what might have been the result, had not a heavy shower of hot water, washed away the vision, and cooling gradually to as cold as you like, Stout is surprized to find himself "up to any mortal thing" and Lord knows how many stones lighter.

Enveloped in snowy cotton Lieut. Stout lies like a new cast statue of Apollo, to cool down.

And emerges from his cubiculum an altered man. Ah! but how about his garments? It is evident they must be altered also.—

Lieut. Stout descends to Grimjaws; pays the contract amount of "quadrans"3, and departs.

Emerging again into the open air, Lieut. Stout executes a demi-volte to feel his restored activity; and trips down the Parade, to the astonishment of all beholders.