to do with lor, have here their loginx; and many sham barrysters, who
never put on a wig and gownd twise in their lives, kip apartments in the
Temple, instead of Bon Street, Pickledilly, or other fashnabble places.

Frinstance, on our stairkis (so these houses are called), there was
8 sets of chamberses, and only 3 lawyers. These was bottom floar,
Screwson, Hewson, and Jewson, attorneys; fust floar, Mr. Sergeant
Flabber--opsite, Mr. Counslor Bruffy; and secknd pair, Mr. Haggerstony,
an Irish counslor, praktising at the Old Baly, and lickwise what they
call reporter to the Morning Post nyouspapper. Opsite him was wrote

MR. RICHARD BLEWITT;

and on the thud floar, with my master, lived one Mr. Dawkins.

This young fellow was a new comer into the Temple, and unlucky it was
for him too--he'd better have never been born; for it's my firm apinion
that the Temple ruined him--that is, with the help of my master and Mr.
Dick Blewitt: as you shall hear.

Mr. Dawkins, as I was gave to understand by his young man, had just left
the Universary of Oxford, and had a pretty little fortn of his own--six
thousand pound, or so--in the stox. He was jest of age, an orfin who
had lost his father and mother; and having distinkwished hisself at
Collitch, where he gained seffral prices, was come to town to push his
fortn, and study the barryster's bisness.

Not bein of a very high fammly hisself--indeed, I've heard say his
father was a chismonger, or somethink of that lo sort--Dawkins was glad
to find his old Oxford frend, Mr. Blewitt, yonger son to rich Squire
Blewitt, of Listershire, and to take rooms so near him.

Now, tho' there was a considdrable intimacy between me and Mr. Blewitt's
gentleman, there was scarcely any betwixt our masters,--mine being
too much of the aristoxy to associate with one of Mr. Blewitt's sort.
Blewitt was what they call a bettin man; he went reglar to Tattlesall's,
kep a pony, wore a white hat, a blue berd's-eye handkercher, and a
cut-away coat. In his manners he was the very contrary of my master, who
was a slim, ellygant man as ever I see--he had very white hands, rayther
a sallow face, with sharp dark ise, and small wiskus neatly trimmed and
as black as Warren's jet--he spoke very low and soft--he seemed to be
watchin the person with whom he was in convysation, and always flatterd
everybody. As for Blewitt, he was quite of another sort. He was always
swearin, singing, and slappin people on