Mr. G. BLOOMFIELD then lived at Mr. _Simm's_, No. 7, _Pitcher's-court, Bell-alley, Coleman-street_. "It is customary," he continues, "in such houses as are let to poor people in _London_, to have light Garrets fit for Mechanics to work in. In the Garret, where we had two turn-up Beds, and five of us worked, I received little ROBERT." "As we were all single Men, Lodgers at a Shilling per week each, oar beds were coarse, and all things far from being clean and snug, like what _Robert_ had left at SAPISTON. _Robert_ was our man, to fetch all things to hand. At Noon he fetch'd our Dinners from the Cook's Shop: and any one of our fellow workmen that wanted to have any thing fetched in, would send him, and assist in his work and teach him, for a recompense for his trouble." "Every day when the Boy from the Public-house came for the pewter pots, and to hear what Porter was wanted, he always brought the yesterday's _Newspaper_. [Footnote: There was then, neither as a resource for the exigencies of finance, nor as a Principle of supposed Policy, that unhappy Check which prevails now on the circulation of _Newspapers_, and other means of _popular_ Information. L.] The _reading_ of the Paper we had been us'd to take by turns; but after _Robert_ came, he mostly read for us,... because his time was of least value." "He frequently met with words that he was unacquainted with: of this he often complain'd. I one day happen'd at a Book-stall to see a small Dictionary, which had been very ill us'd. I bought it for him for 4d. By the help of this he in little time could read and comprehend the long and beautiful speeches of BURKE, FOX, or NORTH. "One Sunday, after an whole day's stroll in the country, we by accident went into a dissenting _Meeting-house_ in the _Old Jewry_, where a Gentleman was lecturing. This Man fill'd _Robert_ with astonishment. The House was amazingly crowded with the most genteel people; and though we were forc'd to stand still in the aisle, and were much press'd, yet _Robert_ always quicken'd his steps to get into the Town on a Sunday evening soon enough to attend this Lecture. "The Preacher lived somewhere at the West End of the Town ... his name was FAWCET. His language," says Mr. G. BLOOMFIELD, "was just such as the _Rambler_ is written in; his Action like a person acting a Tragedy; his Discourse rational, and free from the Cant of Methodism. "Of him _Robert_ learn'd to accent what he call'd _hard_ words; and otherwise improv'd himself; and gain'd the most enlarg'd notions of PROVIDENCE.