The Tory papers got hold of it; and my master, in a change of ministers, was declared by George the Third to be 'too gay for a Chancellor of the Exchequer.' An old gentleman who had had fifteen children by a wife like a Gorgon, was chosen instead of my master; and although the new minister was a fool in his public capacity, the moral public were perfectly content with him, because of his private virtues! "My master was furious, made the strictest inquiry, found me out, and turned me out too! "A Whig not in place has an excuse for disliking the Constitution.

My distress almost made me a republican; but, true to my creed, I must confess that I would only have levelled upwards.

I especially disaffected the inequality of riches; I looked moodily on every carriage that passed; I even frowned like a second Catiline at the steam of a gentle man's kitchen! My last situation had not been lucrative; I had neglected my perquisites, in my ardour for politics.

My master, too, refused to give me a character: who would take me without one?
"I was asking myself this melancholy question one morning, when I suddenly encountered one of the fine friends I had picked up at my old haunt, the ordinary, in St.James's.

His name was Pepper." "Pepper!" cried Paul.
Without heeding the exclamation, Tomlinson continued:--"We went to a tavern and drank a bottle together.