ousing his colleagues out of their
shares, and getting the Gothic Hall into his own hands, he has become
the great man you see, and may truly be called by the title of autocrat
of all the Greeks.

"And who," inquired Bob, "is that gay careless young fellow in the
Stanhope, who sits so easy while his horse plunges?"

"That," replied Tom, "is the Hon. and Rev. Fitz S------, with the best
heart, best hand, and the best leg in Bond-street. He is really one of
the most fascinating men in polished society, and withal, the best
judge of a horse at Tattersalls, of a dennet at Long Acre, or a segar in
Maiden Lane."

"You need not tell me who that is on the roan horse, with red whiskers
and florid complexion. (The Earl of Y------, of course). Madame B.
tells a curious story of him and a filly belonging to Prince Paul. His
Lordship had a great desire to ride the said filly, and sent Madam B.
to know the terms. 'Well!' said his Lordship, when she returned--'Fifty
pounds,' she replied.--'Hem!' said his lordship, 'I will wait till next
year, and can have her for five-and-twenty.'"

"By this hand, another female equestrian _de figure_.' That tall young
woman on the chesnut, is Lady Jane P------, sister of Lord U------. They
say, that she has manifested certain pawnbroking inclinations, and has
shewn a partiality in partnership at Almack's, to the golden balls.
"That fine young woman, leaning out of the carriage window, whose glossy
ringlets are of the true golden colour, so much admired by the dandies
of old Rome, is his Lordship's wife. He's not with her. But you know he
shot Honey at Cumberland Gate, when he was two hundred miles off, and
therefore he may be in the carriage, though he's away.

"The person in the shabby brown coat is the Duke of Argyle. The pair
of horses that draw his carriage is the only job that Argyle ever
condescended to engage in."

"And who is that fat ruddy gentleman, in the plain green coat, and the
groom in grey?"

~~356~~~ "What, you're not up to the change of colour? That's our old
friend the Duke again, and the grey livery augurs, (if I mistake not),
a visit to Berkeley square. His R------ H------ must take good care,
or that bit of blood will be seized while standing at the door of the
Circe, as his carriage was the other day, by the unceremonious nabman.
But that's nothing to what used to occur to the Marquis of W------. They
say, that if he deposited a broach, a ring, or a watch upon his table