They beerded me in my own ome.

The biddle who kips watch at the Halbany wodn keep misfortn out of my chambers; and Mrs.Twiddler, of Pall Mall, and Mr.Hunx, of Long Acre, put egsicution into my apartmince, and swep off every stick of my furniture.

'Wardrobe & furniture of a man of fashion.' What an adwertisement George Robins DID make of it; and what a crowd was collected to laff at the prospick of my ruing! My chice plait; my seller of wine; my picturs--that of myself included (it was Maryhann, bless her! that bought it, unbeknown to me); all--all went to the ammer.

That brootle Fitzwarren, my ex-vally, womb I met, fimilliarly slapt me on the sholder, and said, 'Jeames, my boy, you'd best go into suvvis aginn.' "I DID go into suvvis--the wust of all suvvices--I went into the Queen's Bench Prison, and lay there a misrabble captif for 6 mortial weeks.
Misrabble shall I say?
no, not misrabble altogether; there was sunlike in the dunjing of the pore prisner.

I had visitors.