uckless adventurer almost naked on the shore.

When a man is young and generous and hearty the loss of money scarce
afflicts him. Harry would sell his horses and carriages, and diminish
his train of life. If he wanted immediate supplies of money, would not
his Aunt Bernstein be his banker, or his kinsman who had won so much
from him, or his kind Uncle Warrington and Lady Warrington who were
always talking virtue and benevolence, and declaring that they loved
him as a son? He would call upon these, or any one of them whom he might
choose to favour, at his leisure; meanwhile, Sampson's story of his
landlord's distress touched the young gentleman, and, in order to raise
a hasty supply for the clergyman, he carried off all his trinkets to a
certain pawnbroker's shop in St. Martin's Lane.

Now this broker was a relative or partner of that very Mr. Sparks
of Tavistock Street, from whom Harry had purchased--purchased did we
say?--no; taken the trinkets which he had intended to present to his
Oakhurst friends; and it chanced that Mr. Sparks came to visit his
brother-tradesman very soon after Mr. Warrington had disposed of his
goods. Recognising immediately the little enamelled diamond-handled
repeater which he had sold to the Fortunate Youth, the jeweller broke
out into expressions regarding Harry which I will not mention here,
being already accused of speaking much too plainly. A gentleman who
is acquainted with a pawnbroker, we may be sure has a bailiff or two
amongst his acquaintances; and those bailiffs have followers who, at the
bidding of the impartial Law, will touch with equal hand the fiercest
captain's epaulet or the finest macaroni's shoulder. The very gentlemen
who had seized upon Lady Maria at Tunbridge were set upon her cousin in
London. They easily learned from the garrulous Gumbo that his honour was
at Sir Miles Warrington's house in Hill Street, and whilst the black was
courting Mrs. Lambert's maid at the adjoining mansion, Mr. Costigan and
his assistant lay in wait for poor Harry, who was enjoying the delights
of intercourse with a virtuous family circle assembled round his
aunt's table. Never had Uncle Miles been more cordial, never had Aunt
Warrington been more gracious, gentle, and affectionate; Flora looked
unusually lovely, Dora had been more than ordinarily amiable. At
parting, my lady gave him both her hands, and called benedictions from
the ceiling down upon him. Papa had said in his most jovial manner