*In course of time, however, t the thing got ground, the experiment was made, and they lighted up Pall Mall. Tom’s uncle went to see ffit. I’ve heard that he fell off his ladder fourteen times that night, from weakness, and that he would certainly have gone on falling till he killed himself, if his last tumble hadn’t been into a wheelbarrow which was going his way, and humanely took him home. *I foresee in this,* says Tom’s uncle faintly, and taking to his bed as he spoke— Th*I foresee in this,* he says, *the breaking up of our profession. There’s no more going the rounds to trim by daylight, no more dribbling down of the oil on the hats and bonnets of ladies and gentlemen when one feels in spirits. Any low fellow can light a gas-lamp.*