waistcoat, and black silk breeches, all bran new, with white silk stockings, now inclining to yellow, very smart shoes, graced with plated buckles, which, having seen service, shewed the brass in various parts. Having walked in with his hat on, he took it off and made to the ladies a bow, which he intended at once to exhibit dignity and condescension; then turning to the gentleman said, "I presume you are Mr. Hamilton."—"At your service; pray, sir, be seated."—Having taken a chair, the visitor began: "My name, sir, is Jeffery Lawhunt, I keep a bookseller's shop; here's my card; perhaps you have heard of me, and of my character."—"Yes, I have," replied the other. "I was not brought up to the bookselling business; I was in the taylor line, and still do a little in that way; these breeches are my own making, and see, madam, they fit very
