He came to me hafter the ewent, and wanted me adwance 50 lb., so that he might purshew his fewgitif sister--but I wasn't to be ad with that sort of chaugh--there was no more money for THAT famly.

So he went away, and gave huttrance to his feelinx in a poem, which appeared (price 2 guineas) in the Bel Assombly.
"All the juilers, manchumakers, lacemen, coch bilders, apolstrers, hors dealers, and weddencake makers came pawring in with their bills, haggravating feelings already woondid beyond enjurants.

That madniss didn't seaze me that night was a mussy.

Fever, fewry, and rayge rack'd my hagnized braind, and drove sleap from my throbbink ilids.

Hall night I follered Hangelinar in imadganation along the North Road.