ver said what
he did on that day, being shy of appearing like a stranger; but it is
believed that he took a coach and went to Westminster Abbey, from which
he bade the coachman drive him to the Tower, then to Mrs. Salmon's
Waxwork, then to Hyde Park and Kensington Palace; then he had given
orders to go to the Royal Exchange, but catching a glimpse of Covent
Garden, on his way to the Exchange, he bade Jehu take him to his
inn, and cut short his enumeration of places to which he had been, by
flinging the fellow a guinea.

Mr. Draper had called in his absence, and said he would come again; but
Mr. Warrington, having dined sumptuously by himself, went off nimbly to
Marybone Gardens again, in the same noble company.

As he issued forth the next day, the bells of St. Paul's, Covent Garden,
were ringing for morning prayers, and reminded him that friend Sampson
was going to preach his sermon. Harry smiled. He had begun to have a
shrewd and just opinion of the value of Mr. Sampson's sermons.

CHAPTER XXXVII. In which various Matches are fought

Reading in the London Advertiser, which was served to his worship with
his breakfast, an invitation to all lovers of manly British sport to
come and witness a trial of skill between the great champions Sutton and
Figg, Mr. Warrington determined upon attending these performances, and
accordingly proceeded to the Wooden House, in Marybone Fields, driving
thither the pair of horses which he had purchased on the previous day.
The young charioteer did not know the road very well, and veered and
tacked very much more than was needful upon his journey from Covent
Garden, losing himself in the green lanes behind Mr. Whitfield's round
Tabernacle of Tottenham Road, and the fields in the midst of which
Middlesex Hospital stood. He reached his destination at length,
however, and found no small company assembled to witness the valorous
achievements of the two champions.

A crowd of London blackguards was gathered round the doors of this
temple of British valour; together with the horses and equipages of a
few persons of fashion, who came, like Mr. Warrington, to patronise
the sport. A variety of beggars and cripples hustled round the young
gentleman, and whined to him for charity. Shoeblack-boys tumbled
over each other for the privilege of blacking his honour's boots;
nosegay-women and flying fruiterers plied Mr. Gumbo with their wares;
piemen, pads, tramps, strollers of every variety, hu