You should see how polite they har at my bankers now! Sir Paul Pump Aldgate, & Company.

They bow me out of the back parlor as if I was a Nybobb.

Every body says I'm worth half a millium.

The number of lines they're putting me upon is inkumseavable.
I've put Fitzwarren, my man, upon several.

Reginald Fitzwarren, Esquire, looks splendid in a perspectus; and the raskle owns that he has made two thowsnd.
"How the ladies, & men too, foller and flatter me! If I go into Lady Binsis hopra box, she makes room for me, who ever is there, and cries out, 'O do make room for that dear creature!' And she complyments me on my taste in musick, or my new Broom-oss, or the phansy of my weskit, and always ends by asking me for some shares.