I think it was my brilliant _confrère_ on the first floor (he had pecuniary transactions with Sherrick, and visited two or three of her Majesty’s metropolitan prisons at that gentleman’s suit) who first showed me how grievously I had been cheated in the newspaper matter. Slumley wrote for a paper printed at our office. The same boy often brought proofs to both of us--a little bit of a puny bright-eyed chap, who looked scarce twelve years old, when he was sixteen; who in wit was a man, when in stature he was a child,--like many other children of the poor. This little Dick Bedford used to sit many hours asleep on my landing-place or Slumley’s, whilst we were preparing our invaluable compositions within our respective apartments. S. was a good-natured reprobate, and gave the child of his meat and his drink. I used to like to help the little man from my breakfast, and see him enjoy the meal. As he sate, with his bag on his knees, his head sunk in sleep, his little high-lows scarce reaching the floor, Dick made a touching little picture. The whole house was fond of him. The tipsy captain nodded him a welcome as he swaggered down stairs, stock, and coat, and waistcoat in hand, to his worship’s toilette in the back kitchen. The children and Dick were good friends; and Elizabeth patronized him, and talked with him now and again, in her grave way. You know Clancy, the composer?--know him better, perhaps, under his name of Friedrich Donner? Donner used to write music to Slumley’s words, or _vice versâ_; and would come now and again to Beak Street, where he and his poet would try their joint work at the piano. At the sound of that music, little Dick’s eyes used to kindle. “Oh, it’s prime!” said the young enthusiast. And I will say, that good-natured miscreant of a Slumley not only gave the child pence, but tickets for the play, concerts, and so forth. Dick had a neat little suit of clothes at home; his mother made him a very nice little waistcoat out of my undergraduate’s gown; and he and she, a decent woman, when in their best raiment, looked respectable enough for any theatre-pit in England.