He ~52~~ is Colonel of the New Grenada Horse.

I have not yet learned much of his former pursuits or his origin.
There is, however, an anecdote of him circulated, which prove the admirable fitness of such a person for such a command.

It is said that when he obtained his appointment, he very significantly asked the General, what stocks he should have for his guns, meaning the gun carriages." "That's a little too severe," cried Dashall, laughing at the same time, "it was but a _lapsus linguae_, such as might happen to any man." "I claim no merit in the relation," was the reply; "however, it has raised many a laugh at his expence, and as I had it so you now have it.
But we have other game in view, and must not be exhausting our time in criticising immaterial points of propriety.
"Here ruin'd Lawyers, ruin'd Clients meet; Here Doctors their consumptive Patients greet, Sick of one malady that mocks all skill, Without the true specific golden pill Here finished Tailors, never to be paid, Turn eyes on many a coat themselves have made; And Bailiffs, caught by their own arts at last, Meet those their capias yesterday made fast.
There stalks a youth whose father, for reform, Has shut him up where countless vices swarm.
But little is that parent skill'd to trace The springs of action,--little knows the place, Who sends an ailing mind to where disease Its inmost citadel of health may seize." "You entertain us with a diversity of mental dishes," said Tom; "Manacles, Mammon, and Morality, dance through the mazes of your imagination in rapid and admirable succession--I wonder you don't commence Lecturer." "I do not conceive myself qualified, and as I have no real occasion to be a pretender, I leave it to those who have .-- O! there goes a curiosity-- "If you look sharp you'll see the short knee'd breeches, Brown hat and powdered head of stalking P--tch--s." "He is known here by the title of Don; he has been a long resident within these walls, has seen much of Life, and is still a gay fellow.

He was formerly a Member of Parliament, but not being able to overrule the Speaker, he out-run the Constable, and was seized by ~53~~ the Bailiffs.
He is, however, a jolly companion, and lives well; but to show his contempt for riches, he has actually seated his inexpressibles with the parchment title deeds of his own estate, with impressions similar to the old song-- "Why should we quarrel for riches, Or any such glittering toys?
A tight heart and a thin pair of breeches Will go through the world, my brave boye." "Who is that with the rackets under his arm ?" enquired Bob.
"That is Baker, a sort of privileged man, who is allowed the advantages of supplying the inmates with rackets, balls, &c.

He lends rackets, sells balls, keeps scores, and occasionally carries on the haberdashery trade." "Then he is a shop-keeper, I suppose." "He is a measurer of tape" replied Merry well, "by way of refreshment, or in other words, under safe circumstances, can spin out Old Tom or Blue-ruin." "I understand," said Bob, "a little of the Cratur." "Here," continued Merry well, "is the coach-maker to the late Christophe, King of Hayti, Mr.H---- of Long Acre notoriety.