he turned pale, and sighed, as well apprehending our business.
Mine host accosted him with a familiar air, which at first
surprised me, who so well remembered the respect I had formerly
seen paid this lord by men infinitely superior in quality to the
person who now saluted him in the following manner: "Here, you
lord, and be dam--d to your little sneaking soul, tell out your
money, and supply your betters with what they want. Be quick,
sirrah, or I'll fetch the beadle to you. Don't fancy yourself in
the lower world again, with your privilege at your a--." He then
shook a cane at his lordship, who immediately began to tell out
his money, with the same miserable air and face which the miser
on our stage wears while he delivers his bank-bills. This
affected some of us so much that we had certainly returned with
no more than what would have been sufficient to fee the porters,
had not our host, perceiving our compassion, begged us not to
spare a fellow who, in the midst of immense wealth, had always
refused the least contribution to charity. Our hearts were
hardened with this reflection, and we all filled our pockets with
his money. I remarked a poetical spirit, in particular, who
swore he would have a hearty gripe at him: "For," says he, "the
rascal not only refused to subscribe to my works, but sent back
my letter unanswered, though I am a better gentleman than
himself." We now returned from this miserable object, greatly
admiring the propriety as well as justice of his punishment,
which consisted, as our host informed us, merely in the
delivering forth his money; and, he observed, we could not wonder
at the pain this gave him, since it was as reasonable that the
bare parting with money should make him miserable as that the
bare having money without using it should have made him happy.
Other tie-wig porters (for those we had summoned before refused