38 This man, who is now reported to be worth three hundred thousand pounds, was originally a piece-broker in Bedford- bury, and afterwards kept a low public house in Vinegar- yard, Drury-lane; from whence he merged into an illegal lottery speculation in Northumberland-street, Strand, where he realized a considerable sum by insurances and little goes; from this spot he was transplanted to Norris-street, in the Haymarket, managing partner in a gaming-house, when, after a run of ill luck, an affair occurred that would have occasioned some legal difficulty but for the oath of a pastry-cook's wife, who proved an alibi, in return for which act of kindness he afterwards made her his wife. Obtaining possession of the rooms in Pall-Mall (then the celebrated E. O. tables, and the property of W-, the husband, by a sham warrant), the latter became extremely jealous; and, to make all comfortable, our hero, to use his own phrase, generously bought the mure and coll.--Mrs. W--and her son--both since dead: the latter rose to very high rank in an honourable profession. The old campaigner has now turned pious, and recently erected and endowed a chapel. He used to boast he had more promissory notes of gambling dupes than would be sufficient to cover the whole of Pall-Mall; he may with justice add, that he can command bank notes enough to cover Cavendish-square. ~181~~ And west-end hells, to fortune rose By many a subtle way. Patron of bull-baits, racings, fights, A chief of black-legg'd low delights-- 'Tis the new m------s, F-k; Time was, his heavy vulgar gait, With one of highest regal state Took precedence of rank: But now, a little in disgrace Since J-e usurp'd his m------'s place, A stranger he's at court; Unlike the greatest and the best Who went before, his feather'd nest Is well enrich'd by sport. F-1-y disastrous, honour's child; L-t-he the giddy, gay, and wild, And sportive little Jack; The prince of dandies join the throng, Where Gwydir spanks his fours along, The silvery grays or black. The charming F-te, and Colonel B-,{39} Snugly in close carriage see With crimson coats behind: And Mrs. C--, the Christmas belle,