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Real Life In London, Volumes I. and II.

CHAPTER IX
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When he enters a coffee-room, it is not for the purpose of meeting an old friend, and to enjoy with him a little rational conversation over his viands, but to ask for every newspaper, and throw them aside without looking at them--to call the Waiter loudly by his name, and shew his authority--to contradict an unknown speaker who is in debate with others, and declare, upon the honour of a gentleman and the veracity of a scholar, that Pope never understood Greek, nor translated Homer with tolerable justice.
He considers it a high privilege to meet a celebrated pugilist at an appointed place, to floor him for a quid,{1} a fall, and a high delight to talk of it afterwards for the edification of his friends--to pick up a Cyprian at mid-day--to stare modest women out of countenance--to bluster at a hackney-coachman--or to upset a waterman in the river, in order to gain the fame of a Leander, and prove himself a Hero.
"He rejects all his father's proposed arrangements for his domestic comforts and matrimonial alliance.

He wanders in his own capricious fancy, like a fly in summer, over the fields of feminine beauty and loveliness; yet he declares there is so much versatility and instability about the fair sex, that they are unworthy his professions of regard; and, perhaps, in his whole composition, there is nothing deserving of serious notice but his good-nature.

Thus you have a short sketch of a young Citizen." "Upon my word, friend Sparkle, you are an admirable delineator of Society," said Dashall.
"My drawings are made from nature," continued Sparkle.
"Aye, and very naturally executed too," replied Tom.

Having kept walking on towards St.Paul's, they were by this time near the end of Shoe Lane, at the corner of which sat an elderly woman with a basket of mackerel for sale; and as they approached they saw several persons rush from thence into the main street in evident alarm.
"Come up, d----n your eyes," said an ill-favoured fellow with an immense cudgel in his fist, driving an ass laden 1 Quid--A.

Guinea.
115~~with brick-dust, with which he was belabouring him most unmercifully.


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