d taught the Woman of
the House very well how to brew, I put him down as one who had sate with
Lords,--ay and of the Council too, over their Potations. But the
Behaviour of Bartholomew Pinchin, Esquire, was, from the beginning unto
the end of the Regale, of a piece with his former extraordinary and
Grotesque conduct. After the champagne, he essayed to sing a song to the
tune of "Cold and Raw," but, failing therein, he began to cry. Then did
he accuse me of having secreted the Liver Wing of a Capon, which, I
declare, I had seen him devour not Five Minutes before. Then he had more
Drink, and proposed successively as Toasts his Cousin Lady Betty
Heeltap, daughter to my Lord Poddle; a certain Madame Van Foorst, whom I
afterwards discovered to be the keeper of a dancing Ridotto on the Port
at Antwerp; then the Jungfrau, or serving wench that waited upon us, who
had for name Babette; and lastly his Mamma, whom, ten minutes
afterwards, he began to load with Abuse, declaring that she wished to
have her Barty shut up in a madhouse, in order that she might enjoy his
Lands and Revenues. And then he fell to computing the cost of the
supper, swearing that it would Ruin him, and making his old complaints
about those eternal wax candles. Then, espying me out, he asks who I am,
challenges me to fight with him for a Crown, vows that he will delate me
to the English Resident at Brussels for a Jacobite spy, tells me that I
am an Honest Fellow, and, next to Mr. Hodge, the best friend he ever had
in the world, and falls down at last stupefied. Whereupon, with the
assistance of the Flemish Drawer, I carried my new master up to bed.

CHAPTER THE FOURTH.

I MAKE THE GRAND TOUR, AND ACQUIRE SOME KNOWLEDGE
OF THE POLITE WORLD.

FOR I had decided that he was to be my Master. "I can bear with his
strange ways," I said to myself. "John Dangerous has seen stranger,
young as he is; and it will go hard if this droll creature does not
furnish forth some sport, ay and some Profit too, before long." For now
that I had put my Gentility in my pocket, I began to remember that Hay
is a very pleasant and toothsome thing for Fodder, to say nothing of its
having a most pleasant odour, and that the best time to make hay was
while the sun did shine.

After I had assisted in conveying the Little Man to bed, I came down
again to the Saloon, finding there Mr. Hodge, who was comforting
himself with a last bumper of punch before seeking