n the room of his own valet, whom he would dismiss; though he observed,
that Pipes had been quite spoiled in our hero's service. But Peregrine
did not choose to lay his friend under that inconvenience, knowing that
his present lacquey understood and complied with all the peculiarities
of his humour, which Pipes would never be able to study or regard; he
therefore determined to send him back to his shipmate Hatchway,
with whom he had spent the fore part of his life. These points being
adjusted, the two friends adjourned to the coffee-house, with a view of
inquiring into the character of the clergyman to whose beneficence our
adventurer was so much indebted. They learned he was a person who had
incurred the displeasure of the bishop in whose diocese he was settled,
and, being unequal in power to his antagonist, had been driven to the
Fleet, in consequence of his obstinate opposition; though he still
found means to enjoy a pretty considerable income, by certain irregular
practices in the way of his function, which income was chiefly consumed
in acts of humanity to his fellow-creatures in distress.

His eulogium was scarce finished, when he entered the room, according to
appointment with Peregrine, who ordering wine and something for supper
to be carried to his apartment, the triumvirate went thither; and
Cadwallader taking his leave for the night, the two fellow-prisoners
passed the evening very sociably, our hero being entertained by his new
companion with a private history of the place, some particulars of which
were extremely curious. He told him, that the person who attended them
at supper, bowing with the most abject servility, and worshipping them
every time he opened his mouth, with the epithets of your lordship and
your honour, had, a few years before, been actually a captain in
the guards; who, after having run his career in the great world, had
threaded every station in their community, from that of a buck of
the first order, who swaggers about the Fleet in a laced coat, with a
footman and w--, to the degree of a tapster, in which he was now
happily settled. "If you will take the trouble of going into the cook's
kitchen," said he, "you will perceive a beau metamorphosed into a
turnspit; and there are some hewers of wood and drawers of water in
this microcosm who have had forests and fishponds of their own. Yet,
notwithstanding such a miserable reverse of fortune, they are neither
objects of regard nor compassion,