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vouring, by whatever means, to increase 

 his establishment; consequently, he was 

 never dejected, but bided his time. I was 

 put off with empty promises, that were 

 from time to time as far from fulfilment as 

 on the day the Cheltenham coach was 

 discontinued. A twelvemonth or near had 

 passed away, when one evening, grown 

 desperate by such repeated disappoint- 

 ment, I met him at the end of the gate- 

 way. 



" Where are you going, young man?" 

 said my one-eyed friend, who had been 

 in conversation with the principal but a 

 few minutes before. 



" I don't know," I replied, in a careless 

 and indifferent manner. 



" Come along with me then," said he. 



I followed him instinctively silently 

 brooding over my own wrongs, and lament- 

 ing my almost destitute condition. We 

 walked along Cockspur Street, under the 



