Sir, Bartlemy the lame beggar, that you sent a private donation to last Monday, has by some accident discovered his benefactor, and is at the door waiting to return thanks.
_Mr.H._ Oh, poor fellow, who could put it into his head?
Now I shall be teased by all his tribe, when once this is known.

Well, tell him I am glad I could be of any service to him, and send him away.
_5th Waiter_.

I would have done so, Sir; but the object of his call now, he says, is only to know who he is obliged to.
_Mr.H._ Why, me.
_5th Waiter_.

Yes, Sir.
_Mr.H._ Me, me, me; who else, to be sure?
_5th Waiter_.

Yes, Sir; but he is anxious to know the name of his benefactor.
_Mr.H._ Here is a pampered rogue of a beggar, that cannot be obliged to a gentleman in the way of his profession, but he must know the name, birth, parentage, and education of his benefactor! I warrant you, next he will require a certificate of one's good behavior, and a magistrate's license in one's pocket, lawfully empowering so and so to--give an alms.