To be sure, he did very well at first, and that robbery of the old lord was not ill-planned; but lately--" "Nay, nay," quoth Augustus, interrupting the gigantic grumbler; "the nature of man is prone to discontent.

Allow that our present design of setting up the gay Lothario, and trying our chances at Bath for an heiress, is owing as much to Lovett's promptitude as to our invention." "And what good will come of it ?" returned Ned, as he lighted his pipe; "answer me that.

Was I not dressed as fine as a lord, and did not I walk three times up and down that great room without being a jot the better for it ?" "Ah! but you know not how many secret conquests you may have made.

You cannot win a prize by looking upon it." "Humph!" grunted Ned, applying himself discontentedly to the young existence of his pipe.
"As for the captain's partner," renewed Tomlinson, who maliciously delighted in exciting the jealousy of the handsome "tax-collector,"-- for that was the designation by which Augustus thought proper to style himself and companions,--"I will turn Tory if she be not already half in love with him; and did you hear the old gentleman who cut into our rubber say what a fine fortune she had?
Faith, Ned, it is lucky for us two that we all agreed to go shares in our marriage speculations; I fancy the worthy captain will think it a bad bargain for himself." "I am not so sure of that, Mr.Tomlinson," said Long Ned, sourly eying his comrade.

"Some women may be caught by a smooth skin and a showy manner; but real masculine beauty,--eyes, colour, and hair,--Mr.
Tomlinson, must ultimately make its way; so hand me the brandy, and cease your jaw." "Well, well," said Tomlinson, "I'll give you a toast,--'The prettiest girl in England,' and that's Miss Brandon!" "You shall give no such toast, sir!" said Clifford, starting from the bench.