The same relates of himself, that, one day looking at some caricatures at a window in Fleet-street, Peter Pindar (Dr. Wolcot,) whom he knew, came up to him. "There, sir," said Mr. Dyer to the Doctor, pointing to the _caricatures_, "is something in _your_ way." "And there is something in _your_ way," rejoined the Doctor, pointing to some of the ladies of the _pave_ who happened to be passing. Peter was sure to pay in full. DUNS Have ever been a grievous source of disquietude to both Oxonians and Cantabs. Tom Randolph, the favourite son of Ben Johnson, made them the subject of his muse. But in no instance, perhaps, have the race been so completely put to the blush, "couleur de rose," as by the following ODE ON THE PLEASURE OF BEING OUT OF DEBT. HORACE, ODE XXII. BOOK I. IMITATED. _Integer vitæ scelerisque purus, &c._ I. The man who not a farthing owes, Looks down with scornful eye on those Who rise by fraud and cunning; Though in the _Pig-market_ he stand, With aspect grave and clear-starched band, He fears no tradesman's dunning. II. He passes by each shop in town, Nor hides his face beneath his gown, No dread his heart invading; He quaffs the nectar of the _Tuns_, Or on a spur-gall'd hackney runs To London masquerading. III. What joy attends a new-paid debt! Our _Manciple_[9] I lately met, Of visage wise and prudent; I on the nail my _battels_ paid, The master turn'd away dismay'd, Hear this each OXFORD student! IV. With justice and with truth to trace The grisly features of his face, Exceeds all man's recounting; Suffice, he look'd as grim and sour As any lion in the Tower, Or half starved cat-a-mountain. V. A phiz so grim you scarce can meet, In Bedlam, Newgate, or the Fleet, Dry nurse of faces horrid! Not BUCKHORSE fierce, with many a bruise, Displays such complicated hues On his undaunted forehead. VI. Place me on Scotland's bleakest hill, Provided I can pay my bill, Stay ev'ry thought of sorrow; There falling sleet, or frost, or rain, Attack a soul resolved, in vain-- It may be fair to-morrow. VII. To _Haddington_ then let me stray, And take _Joe Pullen's tree_ away, I'll ne'er complain of Phoebus; But while he scorches up the grass, I'll fill a bumper to my lass, And toast her in a rebus. [9] Churton says, in his Lives of the Founders of Brazenose College, Oxford, that "Manciples, the purveyors general of Colleges and Halls, were formerly men of so much consequence, that, to check their ambition, it was ordered by an express statute, that no Manciple should be Principal of a Hall." QUEERING A DUN.