"What description of man is he?" said Wolfe; "rather tall, slender, with an air and mien like a king's, I was going to say, but better than a king's, like a freeman's?" "Ay, ay--the same," answered Mr. Brown, sullenly; "but why should I tell you? 'Cheating and imposition,' indeed! I am sure my word can be of no avail to you; and I sha' n't stay here any longer to be insulted, Mr. Wolfe, which, I am sure, talking of freemen, no freeman ought to submit to; but as the late Lady Waddilove once very wisely said to me, 'Brown, never have anything to do with those republicans: they are the worst tyrants of all.' Good morning, Mr. Wolfe; gentlemen, your servant; 'cheating and imposition,' indeed! and Mr. Brown banged the door as he departed. "Wolfe," said Mr. Christopher Culpepper, "who is that man?" "I know not," answered the republican, laconically, and gazing on the ground, apparently in thought. "He has the air of a slave," quoth the free Culpepper, and slaves cannot bear the company of freemen; therefore he did right to go, whe-w! Had we a proper and thorough and efficient reform, human nature would not be thus debased by trades and callings and barters and exchange, for all professions are injurious to the character and the dignity of man, whe-w! but, as I shall prove upon the hustings to- morrow, it is in vain to hope for any amendment in the wretched state of things until the people of these realms are fully, freely, and fairly represented, whe-w! Gentlemen, it is past two, and we have not ordered dinner, whe-w!" (N. B.--This ejaculation denotes the kind of snuffle which lent peculiar energy to the dicta of Mr. Culpepper.) "Ring the bell, then, and summon the landlord," said, very pertinently, one of the three disputants upon the character of Wilkes. The landlord appeared; dinner was ordered. "Pray," said Wolfe, "has that man, Mr. Brown I think he called himself, left the inn?" "He has, sir, for he was mightily offended at something which--" "And," interrupted Wolfe, "how far hence does Mr. Mordaunt live?" "About five miles on the other side of W----," answered mine host. Wolfe rose, seized his hat, and was about to depart. "Stay, stay," cried citizen Christopher Culpepper; "you will not leave us till after dinner?" "I shall dine at W----," answered Wolfe, quitting the room. "Then our reckoning will be heavier," said Culpepper. "It is not handsome in Wolfe to leave us, whe-w! Really I think that our brother in the great cause has of late relaxed in his attentions and zeal to the goddess of our devotions, whe-w!" "It is human nature!" cried one of the three disputants upon the character of Wilkes. "It is not human nature!" cried the second disputant, folding his arms doggedly, in preparation for a discussion. "Contemptible human nature!" exclaimed the third disputant, soliloquizing with a supercilious expression of hateful disdain.