Continuation of the subject--Pawn-brokers' shops good schools of study for the philosopher--Illustration of intemperance--A loving husband--How to provide for one's household--A young man about town--A benevolent gambler--A shark in trouble--Unexpected development--An interesting stranger--Gems--How to embezzle a jewel--The lady's history--Ship of war going to sea--Forebodings--West India climate and scenery--Venus and her glittering train--A hurricane and a shipwreck in which the hero has no concern--Return from the digression--Bedstead timber 183 CHAPTER XVI. Dilemma of Garrick and the author hereof--Evils of prosperity--Message from a gentleman in Bridewell--Account of a domestic civil war--Tribulations of matrimony--Gallantry of a husband in defence of his wife--Accident to a nose with a woman behind it--Scene in the police, the actors in which were unhappily born in exile from their native land--Clemency of the magistrate--What sad care some people take of their virtue--How to divide a quarrelsome house--COMPLETION OF THE CIRCLE--THE MORAL 207 INTRODUCTION. The best parallel to the conduct of the silly ostrich, that thrusts her head into a thicket, or the sand, and fancies she is thereby hidden from view, occurred some years since in the village of Catskill. A printer, who was neither an observer of the Sabbath, nor a member of the Temperance Society, went to a grocery one Sunday morning for a bottle of gin. On coming out of the dram-shop, with his decanter of fire-water, he perceived that the services in the church near by, were just closed, and the congregation were returning to their homes. Not having entirely lost his self-respect, and unwilling to be seen in the public street by the whole village, on such a day, and with such a burden, he hastily thrust his hand, holding the bottle, behind, for the purpose of concealing it underneath the skirts of his coat: and in this way, apparently with the greatest possible unconcern, the disciple of Faust walked up the street, just in advance of the congregation. Unfortunately, however, in his haste he had thrust his decanter quite through between the folds of his coat-skirts, so that his hands and the neck of the bottle only were concealed; while, to the irresistible merriment of the people, the object which he wished to hide was ten times more the subject of observation than it could have been before. Very much in the same predicament stands the writer of the following pages. His intention was to publish them anonymously, if at all. But an unauthorized annunciation of his name, in the Booksellers' Advertiser, a few weeks since, has rendered the effort as abortive as the trick of the foolish bird, and the expedient of the printer. The mask, thus torn, has therefore been entirely doffed. And now a few words as to the sketches themselves.