John Chester, Esquire, M.P., attended court--went up with an address--headed a deputation.
Such elegance of manner, so many graces of deportment, such powers of conversation, could never pass unnoticed.

Mr was too common for such merit.

A man so gentlemanly should have been--but Fortune is capricious--born a Duke: just as some dukes should have been born labourers.

He caught the fancy of the king, knelt down a grub, and rose a butterfly.

John Chester, Esquire, was knighted and became Sir John.
'I thought when you left me this evening, my esteemed acquaintance,' said Sir John after a pretty long silence, 'that you intended to return with all despatch ?' 'So I did, master.' 'And so you have ?' he retorted, glancing at his watch.