A HAIR-DRESSER'S EXPERIENCE
IN HIGH LIFE.
CHAPTER I.
MY DEBUT.
I have promised to give you a sketch of my experiences in those walks of life where fate has led me, up to the present time. You will find them somewhat rambling and desultory; but I beg you will overlook much that you will find a little harum scarum, considering the humble condition of your narrator.
I was brought up in New York, and went out, at an early age, to earn my living, in the service of people of ton. For some years, this occupation was agreeable to me; but at length I wearied of it, and being at liberty to choose my own course, I determined to travel, and to gratify my long-cherished desire to see the world—and especially the Western world: so I started as soon as possible toward the setting sun. At Buffalo, however, my journey was suddenly arrested by a sort of ceremony called matrimony, which I entered into very naturally, and became quieted down
