“I said, in my fommer remarx, that I had detummined to be presented
to the notus of my reveared Sovaring in a melintary coschewm. The
Court-shoots in which Sivillians attend a Levy are so uncomming like
the--the--livries (ojous wud! I 8 to put it down) I used to wear before
entering sosiaty, that I couldn't abide the notium of wearing one. My
detummination was fumly fixt to apeer as a Yominry Cavilry Hoffiser, in
the galleant youniform of the North Diddlesex Huzzas.
“Has that redgmint had not been out sins 1803, I thought myself quite
hotherized to make such halterations in the youniform as shuited the
presnt time and my metured and elygint taste. Pig-tales was out of the
question. Tites I was detummind to mintain. My legg is praps the finist
pint about me, and I was risolved not to hide it under a booshle.
“I phixt on scarlit tites, then, imbridered with goold, as I have seen
Widdicomb wear them at Hashleys when me and Mary Hann used to go
there. Ninety-six guineas worth of rich goold lace and cord did I have
myhandering hall hover those shoperb inagspressables.
“Yellow marocky Heshn boots, red eels, goold spurs and goold tassels as
bigg as belpulls.
“Jackit--French gray and silver oringe fasings & cuphs, according to the
old patn; belt, green and goold, tight round my pusn, & settin hoff the
cemetry of my figgar NOT DISADVINTAJUSLY.
“A huzza paleese of pupple velvit & sable fir. A sayber of Demaskus
steal, and a sabertash (in which I kep my Odiclone and imbridered pocket
ankercher), kimpleat my acooterments, which, without vannaty, was, I
flatter myself, UNEAK.
“But the crownding triumph was my hat. I couldnt wear a cock At. The
huzzahs dont use 'em. I wouldnt wear the hojous old brass Elmet &
Leppardskin. I choas a hat which is dear to the memry of hevery Brittn;
an at which was inwented by my Feeld Marshle and adord Prins; an At
which VULGAR PREJIDIS & JOAKING has in vane etempted to run down. I
chose the HALBERT AT. I didn't tell Bareacres of this egsabishn of
loilty, intending to SURPRISE him. The white ploom of the West Diddlesex
Yomingry I fixt on the topp of this Shacko, where it spread hout like a
shaving-brush.
“You may be sure that befor the fatle day arrived, I didnt niglect to
practus my part well; and had sevral REHUSTLES, as they say.
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