Who ape the style and dress of ton, And Scarce are worth review; Yet forced to note the silly elves, Who take such pains to note themselves, We'll take a name or two. H-s-ly, a thing of shreds and patches,{34} Whose manners with his calling matches, That is, he's a mere goose. Old St-z of France, a worthy peer, From shopboard rais'd him to a sphere Of ornament and use. The double dandy, fashion's fool, The lubin log of Liverpool, Fat Mister A-p-ll, Upon his cob, just twelve hands high, A mountain on a mouse you'll spy Trotting towards the Mall. Sir *-----*-, the chicken man,{35} 34 Young Priment, as he is generally termed, the once dashing foreman and cutter out, now co-partner of the renowned Baron St-z, recently made a peer of France. Who would not be a tailor (St-z has retired with a fortune of L100,000. )! Lord de C-ff-d, some time since objecting to certain items in his son's bill from St-z, as being too highly charged, said, "Tell Mr. S- I will not pay him, if it costs me a thousand pounds to resist it. " St-z, on hearing this, said, "Tell his lordship that he shall pay the charge, if it costs me ten thousand to make him." H-s-ly with some little satisfaction was displaying to a customer the Prince of C-b-g's bill for three months (on the occasion of his Highness's new field-marshal's suit, we suppose): "Here," said he, "see what we have done for him: his quarter's tailor's bill now comes to more than his annual income formerly amounted to." Mr. H-s-ly sports a bit of blood, a dennet, and a filly; and, for a tailor, is a superfine sort of dandy, but with a strong scent of the shop about him. 35 The redoubtable general's penchant for little girls has obtained him the tender appellation of the chicken man. Many of these _petits amours_ are carried on in the assumed name of Sir Lewis N-t-n, aided by the skill and ingenuity of Captain *-. Youth may plead whim and novelty for low intrigue; but the aged beau can only resort to it from vitiated habit. ~179~~