Surprising! there was Mr.B., a gentleman of fashion, who had only within half-an-hour arrived in a post-chaise with his companion, Mr.Lock, an officer of Horsham gaol.

Mr.B.was arrested in this wise:--He was a careless good-humoured gentleman, and had indorsed bills to a large amount for a friend; who, a man of high family and unquestionable honour, had pledged the latter, along with a number of the most solemn oaths, for the payment of the bills in question.

Having indorsed the notes, young Mr.B., with a proper thoughtlessness, forgot all about them, and so, by some chance, did the friend whom he obliged; for, instead of being in London with the money for the payment of his obligations, this latter gentleman was travelling abroad, and never hinted one word to Mr.B.that the notes would fall upon him.

The young gentleman was at Brighton lying sick of a fever; was taken from his bed by a bailiff, and carried, on a rainy day, to Horsham gaol; had a relapse of his complaint, and when sufficiently recovered, was brought up to London to the house of Mr.Aminadab; where I found him--a pale, thin, good-humoured, _lost_ young man: he was lying on a sofa, and had given orders for the dinner to which I was invited.

The lad's face gave one pain to look at; it was impossible not to see that his hours were numbered.
Now Mr.B.has not anything to do with my humble story; but I can't help mentioning him, as I saw him.