"'The sun was in the heavens; and the proud day Attended
with the pleasures of the world."'

Pisistratus (lowering the glass).--"To St. James's Square?"

Peacock.--"No, no; to London Bridge.

"'How use doth breed a habit in a man!'

"I will go on,--honor bright. So I met Mr. Vivian, and as he had known
me in better days, and has a good heart of his own, he says,--

"'Horatio,--or I do forget myself."'

Pisistratus puts his hand on the check-string.

Peacock (correcting himself).--I mean--"Why, Johnson, my good fellow."'

Pisistratus.--"Johnson! Oh, that's your name,--not Peacock."

Peacock.--"Johnson and Peacock both [with dignity]. When you know the
world as I do, sir, you will find that it is ill travelling this
'naughty world' without a change of names in your portmanteau.

"'Johnson,' says he, 'my good fellow,' and he pulled out his purse.
'Sir,' said I, 'if, "exempt from public haunt," I could get something to
do when this dross is gone. In London there are sermons in stones,
certainly, but not "good in everything,"--an observation I should take
the liberty of making to the Swan if he were not now, alas! "the