been for a great many years in the family, my master
advised me to leave, offering to recommend me to a family of his
acquaintance, who were in need of a footman. I was glad to accept his
offer, and in a few days went to my new place. My new master was one of
the great gentry, a baronet in Parliament, and possessed of an estate of
about twenty thousand a year; his family consisted of his lady, a son, a
fine young man just coming of age, and two very sweet amiable daughters.
I liked this place much better than my first, there was so much more
pleasant noise and bustle--so much more grand company, and so many more
opportunities of improving myself. Oh, how I liked to see the grand
coaches drive up to the door, with the grand company; and though, amidst
that company, there were some who did not look very grand, there were
others, and not a few, who did. Some of the ladies quite captivated me;
there was the Marchioness of --- in particular. This young lady puts me
much in mind of her; it is true, the Marchioness, as I saw her then, was
about fifteen years older than this young gentlewoman is now, and not so
tall by some inches, but she had the very same hair, and much the same
neck and shoulders--no offence, I hope? And then some of the young
gentlemen, with their cool, haughty, care-for-nothing looks, struck me as
being very fine fellows. There was one in particular, whom I frequently
used to stare at, not altogether unlike some one I have seen
hereabouts--he had a slight cast in his eye, and . . . but I won't enter
into every particular. And then the footmen! Oh, how those footmen
helped to improve me with their conversation. Many of them could
converse much more glibly than their masters, and appeared to have much
better taste. At any rate, they seldom approved of what their masters
did. I remember being once with one in the gallery of the play-house,
when something of Shakespeare's was being performed: some one in the
first tier of boxes was applauding very loudly. "That's my fool of a
governor," said he; "he is weak enough to like Shakespeare--I
don't;--he's so confoundedly low, but he won't last long--going down.
Shakespeare culminated"--I think that was the word--"culminated some time
ago."

'And then the professor of elocution, of whom my governors used to take
lessons, and of which lessons I had my share, by listening behind the
door; but for that professor of elocution I should not be able to round
my