known to blush; and,
indeed, it's an observation I made some time ago, and I believe a just
one, without an exception, that those who squint never blush.

PARAMOUNT. You must be mistaken, Charley.

CHARLEY. No, my Lord, it's a fact, I had an uncle squinted exactly like
him, who was guilty of many scandalous things, and yet all the parish,
with the parson at their head, could not make him blush, so that at last
he became a by-word--Here comes old shame-the-devil; this dog is the
very spawn of him.

PARAMOUNT. Hoot, mon, ye give your uncle a shocking character.

CHARLEY. I only mention it, my Lord, for the similarity's sake.

PARAMOUNT. For the spawn of him, and the similarity's sake, I'm apt to
think you've been abusing your own cousin all this while.

CHARLEY. God forbid, my Lord, I should be any how allied to him.

PARAMOUNT. I fancy, Charley, if the truth was known, your uncle did not
mention you in his will, and forgot to leave you the mansion-house and
farm at Gallows-hill. Am I right, Charley?

CHARLEY. You're right, my Lord, upon my honour--but--

PARAMOUNT. I thought so--Well, never mind--Ha, ha, ha, who are those two
fat fellows there, that go in such state?

CHARLEY. I suppose them to be a couple of Livery Tallow-chandlers, my
Lord, by their big bellies.

PARAMOUNT. Ha, ha,--what work the guards would make amongst them--but
they must not be called yet.--And who are those other two behind 'em?

CHARLEY. This is Mr. Hone, and the other Mr. Strap, a couple of the
Corporation Barbers, forsooth.

PARAMOUNT. Ha, ha, ha, I thought they had been a couple of Dukes;--and
that one--who is he with the monstrous wig?

CHARLEY. That is Mr. Alderman Pipeshank, in Newgate-street.

PARAMOUNT. A parcel of Newgate dogs altogether--Well it is a good deal
of satisfaction to me to think how this fellow will be received at St.
James's; he'll not return back so pleas'd as he seems to be now, I
warrant you--I have taken care he shall meet with a d----d cold
reception there; he will have to make his appearance before Lord
Frostyface, Lord Scarecrow, Lord Sneerwell, Lord Firebrand, Lord
Mawmouth, Lord Waggonjaws, Lord Gripe, Lord Brass, Lord Surly and Lord
Tribulation, as hard-fac'd fellows as himself; and the beauty of it is,
not one of them loves him a whit more than I do.

CHARLEY. That will be rare diversion for them that are present; he'll
look then, my Lord, like Sampson making sport for the Philistines.

PARAMO