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too, for he is most damnably out at the elbotvs, and 

 both his fortune and nose stand in need of a thorough 

 repair. 



' There goes Sir Charles, a finical fop ; he holds 

 office at the Castle, and the ladies affect to admire him 

 because he gives them tickets of introduction to the 

 presence. Like his royal master, he is fond of young 

 flesh, and does not care who it belongs to provided he 

 can help himself to a slice; his fortune is great; his 

 patron died from the bite of a mad dog, and 'tis 

 thought Sir Charles at times exhibits symptoms of 

 hydrophobia. 



'That man walking like a sheep with the staggers 

 is another Castle Baronet, a Downshire Cat ; he is 

 troubled with fits of epilepsy which always attack him 

 when a tradesman sends in his bill, but leaves him 

 on an invitation to dinner. He has a wife rambling 

 about London, her address can be known at any of the 

 Police Offices, as she generally resides in one of His 

 Majesty's strong houses, vulgarly 'yclept a gaol. 



' Here comes Monopoly Peter; he has refused a title 

 because he hadn't spirit to pay the fees of office ; he 

 has built a town, brewed beer and baked biscuits for 

 the Army, contracted for pike-heads to supply the 

 rebels, and afterwards informed Government thereof; 

 he has as much honour as Jemmy Barlow, and honesty 

 sufficient to keep him from a halter in Green Street. 

 Notwithstanding his large fortune, his brother is butler 

 to a Lord that can't afford to keep a wine-cellar, and 

 his mother would starve did not her name stand on 

 the concordatum list for forty pounds per annum : but 

 he is one of the To?i, keeps 2. fiU}\ and ' 'He be 



