But--you need not look so red, my good fellow, and had better take another glass of port--I don't wish to throw you upon the wide world without the means of a livelihood, and have made interest for a little place which you will have under government, and which will give you an income of eighty pounds per annum; which you can double, I presume, by your literary labors." "Sir," says I, clasping my hands, and busting into tears, "do not--for heaven's sake, do not!--think of any such think, or drive me from your suvvice, because I have been fool enough to write in magaseens.

Glans but one moment at your honor's plate--every spoon is as bright as a mirror; condysend to igsamine your shoes--your honor may see reflected in them the fases of every one in the company.

I blacked them shoes, I cleaned that there plate.

If occasionally I've forgot the footman in the litterary man, and committed to paper my remindicences of fashnabble life, it was from a sincere desire to do good, and promote nollitch: and I appeal to your honor,--I lay my hand on my busm, and in the fase of this noble company beg you to say, When you rung your bell, who came to you fust?
When you stopt out at Brooke's till morning, who sat up for you?
When you was ill, who forgot the natral dignities of his station, and answered the two-pair bell?
Oh, sir," says I, "I know what's what; don't send me away.

I know them littery chaps, and, beleave me, I'd rather be a footman.