und after, was the author of the libels which appeared right and left:

"GAMBLING IN HIGH LIFE--the HONORABLE Mr. D--c--ce again!--This
celebrated whist-player has turned his accomplishments to some profit.
On Friday, the 16th January, he won five thousand pounds from a VERY
young gentleman, Th-m-s Sm-th D-wk-ns, Esq., and lost two thousand five
hundred to R. Bl-w-tt, Esq., of the T-mple. Mr. D. very honorably paid
the sum lost by him to the honorable whist-player, but we have not heard
that, BEFORE HIS SUDDEN TRIP TO PARIS, Mr. D--uc--ce paid HIS losings to
Mr. Bl-w-tt."

Nex came a "Notice to Corryspondents:"

"Fair Play asks us, if we know of the gambling doings of the notorious
Deuceace? We answer, WE DO; and, in our very next Number, propose to
make some of them public."

. . . . . .

They didn't appear, however; but, on the contry, the very same
newspeper, which had been before so abusiff of Deuceace, was now loud in
his praise. It said:--

"A paragraph was inadvertently admitted into our paper of last week,
most unjustly assailing the character of a gentleman of high birth and
talents, the son of the exemplary E-rl of Cr-bs. We repel, with scorn
and indignation, the dastardly falsehoods of the malignant slanderer
who vilified Mr. De--ce-ce, and beg to offer that gentleman the only
reparation in our power for having thus tampered with his unsullied
name. We disbelieve the RUFFIAN and HIS STORY, and most sincerely
regret that such a tale, or SUCH A WRITER, should ever have been brought
forward to the readers of this paper."

This was satisfactory, and no mistake: and much pleased we were at the
denial of this conshentious editor. So much pleased that master sent
him a ten-pound noat, and his complymints. He'd sent another to the same
address, BEFORE this parrowgraff was printed; WHY, I can't think: for I
woodn't suppose any thing musnary in a littery man.

Well, after this bisniss was concluded, the currier hired, the carridge
smartened a little, and me set up in my new livries, we bade ojew to
Bulong in the grandest state posbill. What a figure we cut! and, my i,
what a figger the postillion cut! A cock-hat, a jackit made out of a
cow's skin (it was in cold weather), a pig-tale about 3 fit in length,
and a pair of boots! Oh, sich a pare! A bishop might almost have
preached out of one, or a modrat-sized famly slep in it. Me and Mr.
Schwigshhnaps, the currier, sate behind