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"Sir," said he, "my name is Barnabas--Barnabas Beverley"

"Huhtfully, "I reah, to be sure, he

spelt his name with an 'l-e-y'"

"So do I, sir," said Barnabas

"Huad! here's another of 'eure in the--er--World of Fashion"

"Fashion--Gog and Magog!--why not try drowning 'T would be si run London! Fashion! in that hat,

that coat, those--"

"Sir," said Barnabas, flushing, "I have already--"

"Fashion, eh? Why, then, you must cramp that chest into an abortion,

all collar, tail, and buttons, and le into breeches tight enough to burst, and cram your

feet into bepolished torain, "surely the Prince hi fashion, and as you must know, he is

said to be the First Gentleman in Europe and--"

"Fiddle-de-dee and the devil, sir!--who says he is? A set of

crawling sycophants, sir--a gang of young reprobates and bullies

First Gentleentlemen went out o' fashion when Bucks caland except perhaps one or two This is

the age of your swaggering, prize-fighting Corinthians London

swarhton's rank with 'em, yet they pervade even

these solitudes, da out of a wood yonder Ah! a polished, sue! One of your sleepy libertines--one of your lucky

ga reprobates equally ready

to win your money, ruin your sister, or shoot you dead as the case

allantry, sir; and, being all

this, and consequently high in royal favor, he is become a very lion

in the World of Fashion Would you succeed, young sir, you must

model yourself upon him as nearly as may be"