“I turned to the right, and found myself in a spacious apartment, which was nearly filled with persons more respectable in appearance than the crew I had left at the door. Curious to see all that was to be seen, I began to scrutinize the place and the society into which I had intruded. But I was prevented from indulging the reflections which began to suggest themselves, by the conduct of those about me. A curly-haired Jew, with a face as yellow as a guinea, stopped plump before me, fixed his black, round, leering eyes full on me, and exclaimed, without the slightest anxiety about my hearing him, ‘So help me Got, Mo, who is he?’ Instead of replying in a straightforward way, Mo raised his voice as loud as he could, and shouted with might and main, ‘Fourteen hundred new fives!’ A hundred voices repeated the mysterious exclamation. ‘Fourteen hundred new fives!’ ‘Where, where,—fourteen hundred new fives,—now for a look; where is he? Go it, go it!’ were the cries raised on all sides by the crowd, which rallied about my person like a swarm of bees. And then Mo, by way of proceeding to business, repeating the war-cry, staggered sideways against me, so as almost to knock me down. My fall, however, was happily prevented by the kindness of a brawny Scotchman, who, humanely calling out, ‘Let the mon alone,’ was so good as to stay me in my course with his shoulder, and even to send me back towards Mo with such violence, that, had he not been supported by a string of his friends, he must infallibly have fallen before me. Being thus backed, however, he was enabled to withstand the shock, and to give me a new impulse in the direction of the Scotchman, who, awaiting my return, treated me with another hoist as before, and I found these two worthies were likely to amuse themselves with me, as with a shuttlecock, for the next quarter of an hour. I struggled violently to extricate myself from this unpleasant situation, and, by aiming a blow at the Jew, induced Moses to give up his next hit, and to allow me for a moment to regain my feet. “The rash step which I had taken was likely to produce very formidable consequences. All present were highly exasperated. The war became more desperate than ever. Each individual seemed anxious to contribute to my destruction; and some of their number considerately called out, ‘Spare his life, but break his limbs.’ “My alarm was extreme; and I looked anxiously round for the means of escape. “‘You ought to be ashamed of yourself to use the gentleman in that sort of way,’ squeaked a small, imp-like person, affecting sympathy, and then trying to renew the sport. “‘How would you like it yourself,’ cried another, ‘if you were a stranger?’ shaking his sandy locks with a knowing look, and knocking off my hat as he spoke.