He quite realises my idea of King Lear, as he appeared when in possession of his kingdom, Mr Richard--the same good humour, the same white hair and partial baldness, the same liability to be imposed upon.

Ah! A sweet subject for contemplation, sir, very sweet!' Then Mr Garland having alighted and gone up-stairs, Sampson would nod and smile to Kit from the window, and presently walk out into the street to greet him, when some such conversation as the following would ensue.
'Admirably groomed, Kit'-- Mr Brass is patting the pony--'does you great credit--amazingly sleek and bright to be sure.

He literally looks as if he had been varnished all over.' Kit touches his hat, smiles, pats the pony himself, and expresses his conviction, 'that Mr Brass will not find many like him.' 'A beautiful animal indeed!' cries Brass.

'Sagacious too ?' 'Bless you!' replies Kit, 'he knows what you say to him as well as a Christian does.' 'Does he indeed!' cries Brass, who has heard the same thing in the same place from the same person in the same words a dozen times, but is paralysed with astonishment notwithstanding.

'Dear me!' 'I little thought the first time I saw him, Sir,' says Kit, pleased with the attorney's strong interest in his favourite, 'that I should come to be as intimate with him as I am now.' 'Ah!' rejoins Mr Brass, brim-full of moral precepts and love of virtue.
'A charming subject of reflection for you, very charming.