it most to us.

_Lord F._ That, I must confess, I am not altogether so fond of. For
to my mind the inside of a book is to entertain oneself with the
forced product of another man's brain. Now, I think a man of
quality and breeding may be much better diverted with the natural
sprouts of his own. But to say the truth, madam, let a man love
reading never so well, when once he comes to know this town, he
finds so many better ways of passing away the four-and-twenty hours
that 'twere ten thousand pities he should consume his time in that.
For example, madam, my life, my life, madam, is a perpetual stream
of pleasure that glides through such a variety of entertainments, I
believe the wisest of our ancestors never had the least conception
of any of 'em. I rise, madam, about ten o'clock. I don't rise
sooner because it is the worst thing in the world for the
complexion, not that I pretend to be a beau, but a man must
endeavour to look wholesome, lest he make so nauseous a figure in
the side box, the ladies should be compelled to turn their eyes
upon the play. So at ten o'clock I say I rise. Now, if I find it a
good day I resolve to take a turn in the park, and see the fine
women; so huddle on my clothes and get dressed by one. If it be
nasty weather I take a turn in the chocolate house, where as you
walk, madam, you have the prettiest prospect in the world; you have
looking glasses all round you. But I'm afraid I tire the company.

_Berinthia._ Not at all; pray go on.

_Lord F._ Why then, ladies, from thence I go to dinner at Lacket's,
where you are so nicely and delicately served that, stab my vitals!
they shall compose you a dish no bigger than a saucer, shall come
to fifty shillings. Between eating my dinner (and washing my mouth,
ladies) I spend my time till I go to the play, when till nine
o'clock I entertain myself with looking upon the company; and
usually dispose of one hour more in leading them out. So there's
twelve of the four-and-twenty pretty well over. The other twelve,
madam, are disposed of in two articles, in the first four I toast
myself drunk, and t'other eight I sleep myself sober again. Thus,
ladies, you see my life is an eternal round O of delight.

Lord Foppington's interview with his Court artists is well described--

_Tom Fashi