But come, we will walk into the Coffee-room, and take a view of the inmates." Upon entering this, which was a small dark room, they heard a great number of voices, and in one corner found several of the prisoners surrounding a Bagatelle-board, and playing for porter, ale, &c; in another corner was a young man in close conversation with an Attorney; and a little further distant, was a hard-featured man taking instructions from the Turnkey how to act.

Here was a poor Player, who declared he would take the benefit of the Act, and afterwards take a benefit at the Theatre to reestablish himself.

There a Poet racking his imagination, and roving amidst the flowers of fancy, giving a few touches by way of finish to an Ode to Liberty, with the ~379~~ produce of which he indulged himself in a hope of obtaining the subject of his Muse.

The conversation was of a mingled nature.

The vociferations of the Bagatelle-players--the whispers of the Attorney and his Client--and the declarations of the prisoner to the Turnkey, "That he would be d------d if he did not sarve 'em out, and floor the whole boiling of them," were now and then interrupted by the notes of a violin playing the most lively airs in an animated and tasteful style.