n; "and if he be not
civil to a Countryman, who is as good as he, I will kick him back to his
Inn, and you too."

"A desperate youth!" murmured the Clergyman, as he handed his Patron a
great bundle of towels; "and very meanly clad."

I walked away a few paces while the gentleman dried and dressed himself.
Had I obeyed the Promptings of Pride, I should have gone on my ways and
left him to his likings; but I was exceedingly Poor, and thought it
Foolish to throw away the chance of receiving what his Generosity might
bestow upon me. The Bathing-Man, who had been already paid his Fee, had
the impudence to come up and ask for more "Geld,"--for minding the
gentleman's clothes, as I gathered from the speech of the clergyman, who
understood Flemish. He was, however, indignantly refused, and, not
relishing, perchance, the likelihood of a scuffle with three Englishmen,
straightway decamped.

By and by the Gentleman was dressed, and a very smart appearance he made
in a blue shag frock laced with silver, a yellow waistcoat bound with
black velvet, green paduasoy breeches, red stockings, gold buckles, an
ivory hilt to his sword, and a white feather in his hat. I have no mind
to write out Taylor's accompts, but I do declare this to be the exact
Schedule of his Equipment. Under the hat, which had a kind of Sunday
Marylabonne cock to it, there bulged forth a mighty White Periwig of
fleecy curls, for all the world like the coat of a Bologna Poodle Dog,
and in the middle of his Wig there peeped out a little hatchet face with
lantern jaws, and blue gills, and a pair of great black eyebrows, under
which glistened a pair of inflamed eyes. He was not above five feet
three inches, and his fingers, very long and skinny, went to and fro
under his Point ruffles like a Lobster's Feelers. The Chaplain, who
waited upon him as a Maid would on a lardy-dardy woman of Fashion,
handed my Gentleman a very tall stick with a golden knob at the end
on't, and with this, and a laced handkerchief and a long cravat, which
he had likely bought at Mechlin, and a Snuff-box in the lean little Paw
that held not the cane, he looked for all the world like one of my
Grandmother's Footmen who had run away and turned Dancing Master.

"This, young man," said the Chaplain, making a low bow as he spoke to
the comical Image before him, "is Bartholomew Pinchin, Esquire, of
Hampstead. Make your reverence, sirrah!"

"Make a reverence to a Rag-doll!" I answered, with a sneer