I was sitting down to lunch one mrrniog with a literary friend at M Delmonieo's," a famous New York restaurant when there entered a gaunt, tall man, with stooping should ers, a slouching walk, long iron-grey hair, and a pair of keen, bright eyes, who deposited himself heavily npon a chair at the nearest vacant table. My friend touched my foot to direct my attention to the new-comer, and softly laid: * Do you know who that is ? " "No," I replied. "That's Josh Billings," he whispered;" I'll ask him to join us." My friend arose, went to his table, grasped his hand, and in another instant I was introduced to the author of a vast amount of miss spelled wisdom. " How's every bone in your body ?'' said Josh to my friend; then turning to me, he said, "Glad to see yow, sir. Just arrived from Eigland, eh? (to the gar93o.) Bring my cutlet and coffee here," and he inserted his long, lean legs under the table. "I've just bad a droll experience," remarked Josh. One felt it was no impertinence to call him "Josh"; the moment one knew him his sincerity was so transparent, and cordiality so unaffected. "I've been studying the genus tramp of late on the wharves and quays. He is a different order of being to the loafer of the highways and byways of the country. The city tramp and country tramp are as wide apart in habits of all kinds as 1 Alpha and Omaha,' as Bardwell Slote puts it This morning I strolled down to the riverside, and was watching a sloop being emptied of a cargo of lobsters. I had not been long thus engaged when a broken down, battered man, with a seedy coat and the merest parody of a hat, sidled up and regarded me for a moment as though mentally taking my measure and estimating the extent of my good nature. ' I beg your pardon,' said he, ' this is a beautiful sight.' ' What ? Them lobsters ?' ' Yes,' interrogat ively, ' Yes, sir, and I'm going to ask you a favour. I've been snatched more than sixty-iive times from the jaws of drink: and I'm hungry. It's been so long since I've eaten that my food has forgotten its way down my throat I haven't tasted a lobster for ten years, sir. 