was a fellow with a character so infamous, that any honest man would rather that you should spit in his face, than insult his ears with the mention of the name of S.

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The literary project having come to nothing,--in which, by-the-bye, the writer was to have all the labour, and his friend all the credit, provided any credit should accrue from it,--the writer did not see the latter for some years, during which time considerable political changes took place; the Tories were driven from, and the Whigs placed in, office, both events being brought about by the Radicals coalescing with the Whigs, over whom they possessed great influence for the services which they had rendered.

When the writer next visited his friend, he found him very much altered; his opinions were by no means so exalted as they had been--he was not disposed even to be rancorous against the Duke of Wellington, saying that there were worse men than he, and giving him some credit as a general; a hankering after gentility seeming to pervade the whole family, father and sons, wife and daughters, all of whom talked about genteel diversions--gentility novels, and even seemed to look with favour on high Churchism, having in former years, to all appearance, been bigoted Dissenters.

In a little time the writer went abroad; as, indeed, did his friend; not, however, like the writer, at his own expense, but at that of the country--the Whigs having given him a travelling appointment, which he held for some years, during which he is said to have received upwards of twelve thousand pounds of the money of the country, for services which will, perhaps, be found inscribed on certain tablets, when another Astolfo shall visit the moon.