h he only had a therd floar in Pump Cort, he lived as if he had
the welth if Cresas. The tenpun notes floo abowt as common as
haypince--clarrit and shampang was at his house as vulgar as gin; and
verry glad I was, to be sure, to be a valley to a zion of the nobillaty.

Deuceace had, in his sittin-room, a large pictur on a sheet of paper.
The names of his family was wrote on it: it was wrote in the shape of a
tree, a groin out of a man-in-armer's stomick, and the names were on
little plates among the bows. The pictur said that the Deuceaces kem
into England in the year 1066, along with William Conqueruns. My
master called it his podygree. I do bleev it was because he had this
pictur, and because he was the Honrabble Deuceace, that he mannitched
to live as he did. If he had been a common man, you'd have said he was
no better than a swinler. It's only rank and buth that can warrant
such singularities as my master showed. For it's no use disgysing
it--the Honrabble Halgernon was a Gambler. For a man of wulgar family,
it's the wust trade that can be--for a man of common feelinx of
honesty, this profession is quite imposbill; but for a real
torough-bread genlmn, it's the easiest and most prophetable line he can
take.

It may, praps, appear curous that such a fashnabble man should live in
the Temple; but it must be recklected, that its not only lawyers who
live in what's called the Ins of Cort. Many batchylers who have
nothink to do with lor, have here their loginx; and many sham
barrysters, who never put on a wig and gowned twise in their lives, kip
apartments in the Temple, instead of Bon Street, Pickledilly, or other
fashnabble places.

Frinstance, on our stairkis (so these houses are called), there was 8
sets of chamberses, and only 3 lawyers. These was, bottom floar,
Screwson, Hewson, and Jewson, attorneys; fust floor, Mr. Sergeant
Flabber--opsite, Mr. Counslor Bruffy; and secknd pair, Mr. Haggerstony,
an Irish counslor, pracktising at the Old Baly, and lickwise what they
call reporter to the Morning Post nyouspapper. Opsite him was wrote

MR. RICHARD BLEWITT;

and on the thud floar, with my master, lived one Mr. Dawkins.

This young fellow was a new comer into the Temple, and unlucky it was
for him too--he'd better have never been born; for its my firm apinion
that the Temple ruined him--that is, with the help of my master and Mr.
Dick Blewitt, as you shall hear.

Mr. Dawkins, as I was gave to understa