nd wanted me
adwance 50 lb., so that he might purshew his fewgitif sister--but I
wasn't to be ad with that sort of chaugh--there was no more money for
THAT famly. So he went away, and gave huttrance to his feelinx in a
poem, which appeared (price 2 guineas) in the Bel Assombly.

"All the juilers, manchumakers, lacemen, coch bilders, apolstrers,
hors dealers, and weddencake makers came pawring in with their bills,
haggravating feelings already woondid beyond enjurants. That madniss
didn't seaze me that night was a mussy. Fever, fewry, and rayge rack'd
my hagnized braind, and drove sleap from my throbbink ilids. Hall night
I follered Hangelinar in imadganation along the North Road. I wented
cusses & mallydickshuns on the hinfamus Silvertop. I kickd and rord in
my unhuttarable whoe! I seazed my pillar: I pitcht into it: pummld it,
strangled it. Ha har! I thought it was Silvertop writhing in my Jint
grasp; and taw the hordayshis villing lim from lim in the terrible
strenth of my despare! . . . Let me drop a cutting over the memries of
that night. When my boddy-suvnt came with my ot water in the mawning,
the livid copse in the charnill was not payler than the gashly De la
Pluche!

"'Give me the Share-list, Mandeville,' I micanickly igsclaimed. I had
not perused it for the past 3 days, my etention being engayged elseware.
Hevns & huth!--what was it I red there? What was it that made me spring
outabed as if sumbady had given me cold pig?--I red Rewin in that
Share-list--the Pannick was in full hoparation!

*****

"Shall I describe that kitastrafy with which hall Hengland is familliar?
My & rifewses to cronnicle the misfortns which lassarated my bleeding
art in Hoctober last. On the fust of Hawgust where was I? Director of
twenty-three Companies; older of scrip hall at a primmium, and worth at
least a quarter of a millium. On Lord Mare's day my Saint Helenas
quotid at 14 pm, were down at 1/2 discount; my Central Ichaboes at
3/8 discount; my Table Mounting & Hottentot Grand Trunk, no where; my
Bathershins and Derrynane Beg, of which I'd bought 2000 for the account
at 17 primmium, down to nix; my Juan Fernandez, my Great Central
Oregons, prostrit. There was a momint when I thought I shouldn't be
alive to write my own tail!"

(Here follow in Mr. Plush's MS. about twenty-four pages of railroad
calculations, which we pretermit.)

"Those beests, Pump & Aldgate, once so cringing and umble, wrote me
a threatnen letter because I