my wife in
her confinement, likewise took care of the wealthy brewer's family.
He was a Bavarian, originally named Voelker. Mr. Lance, the surgeon, I
suppose, made him acquainted with my name and history. The worthy doctor
would smoke many a pipe of Virginia in my garden, and had conceived an
attachment for me and my family. He brought his patron to my house; and
when Mr. F. found that I had a smattering of his language, and could
sing "Prinz Eugen the noble Ritter" (a song that my grandfather had
brought home from the Marlborough wars), the German conceived a great
friendship for me: his lady put her chair and her chariot at Mrs.
Warrington's service: his little daughter took a prodigious fancy to our
baby (and to do him justice, the Captain, who is as ugly a fellow now
as ever wore a queue, was beautiful as an infant) [The very image of the
Squire at 30, everybody says so. M. W. (Note in the MS.)]: and his son
and heir, Master Foker, being much maltreated at Westminster School
because of his father's profession of brewer, the parents asked if
I would take charge of him; and paid me a not insufficient sum for
superintending his education.

Mr. F. was a shrewd man of business, and as he and his family really
interested themselves in me and mine, I laid all my pecuniary affairs
pretty unreservedly before him; and my statement, he was pleased to say,
augmented the respect and regard which he felt for me. He laughed at
our stories of the aid which my noble relatives had given me--my
aunt's coverlid, my Lady Castlewood's mouldy jelly, Lady Warrington's
contemptuous treatment of us. But he wept many tears over the story of
little Miles's moidore; and as for Sampson and Hagan, "I wow," says he,
"dey shall have so much beer als ever dey can drink." He sent his wife
to call upon Lady Maria, and treated her with the utmost respect and
obsequiousness, whenever she came to visit him. It was with Mr. Foker
that Lady Maria stayed when Hagan went to Dublin to complete his college
terms; and the good brewer's purse also ministered to our friend's wants
and supplied his outfit.

When Mr. Foker came fully to know my own affairs and position, he was
pleased to speak of me with terms of enthusiasm, and as if my conduct
showed some extraordinary virtue. I have said how my mother saved money
for Harry, and how the two were in my debt. But when Harry spent money,
he spent it fancying it to be his; Madam Esmond never could be made to
under