parting so long ago; it is a communion with a soul we love
in Heaven.

We came back to our bright lodgings in Bloomsbury soon afterwards,
and my young bear, whom I could no longer lead, and who had taken a
prodigious friendship for Charley, went to the Chartreux School, where
his friend took care that he had no more beating than was good for him,
and where (in consequence of the excellence of his private tutor, no
doubt) he took and kept a good place. And he liked the school so much,
that he says, if ever he has a son, he shall be sent to that seminary.

Now, I could no longer lead my bear, for this reason, that I had other
business to follow. Being fully reconciled to us, I do believe, for
Mr. Miles's sake, my uncle (who was such an obsequious supporter of
Government, that I wonder the Minister ever gave him anything, being
perfectly sure of his vote) used his influence in behalf of his nephew
and heir; and I had the honour to be gazetted as one of his Majesty's
Commissioners for licensing hackney-coaches, a post I filled, I trust,
with credit, until a quarrel with the Minister (to be mentioned in its
proper place) deprived me of that one. I took my degree also at the
Temple, and appeared in Westminster Hall in my gown and wig. And, this
year, my good friend, Mr. Foker, having business at Paris, I had the
pleasure of accompanying him thither, where I was received a bras
ouverts by my dear American preserver, Monsieur de Florac, who
introduced me to his noble family, and to even more of the polite
society of the capital than I had leisure to frequent; for I had too
much spirit to desert my kind patron Foker, whose acquaintance lay
chiefly amongst the bourgeoisie, especially with Monsieur Santerre, a
great brewer of Paris, a scoundrel who hath since distinguished himself
in blood and not beer. Mr. F. had need of my services as interpreter,
and I was too glad that he should command them, and to be able to pay
back some of the kindness which he had rendered to me. Our ladies,
meanwhile, were residing at Mr. Foker's new villa at Wimbledon, and were
pleased to say that they were amused with the "Parisian letters" which
I sent to them, through my distinguished friend Mr. Hume, then of the
Embassy, and which subsequently have been published in a neat volume.

Whilst I was tranquilly discharging my small official duties in London,
those troubles were commencing which were to end in the great separation
between our colonies an