gave a portion of its blue, boys, blue, that I remember the
song of Roland at the "Old Piazza Coffee-house." And now where is the
"Old Piazza Coffee-house?" Where is Thebes? where is Troy? where is the
Colossus of Rhodes? Ah, Rolando, Rolando! thou wert a gallant captain,
a cheery, a handsome, a merry. At ME thou never presentedst pistol.
Thou badest the bumper of Burgundy fill, fill for me, giving those
who preferred it champagne. Caelum non animum, &c. Do you think he has
reformed now that he has crossed the sea, and changed the air? I have
my own opinion. Howbeit, Rolando, thou wert a most kind and hospitable
bandit. And I love not to think of thee with a chain at thy shin.

Do you know how all these memories of unfortunate men have come upon
me? When they came to frighten me this morning by speaking of my robbed
pears, my perforated garden wall, I was reading an article in the
Saturday Review about Rupilius. I have sat near that young man at a
public dinner, and beheld him in a gilded uniform. But yesterday he
lived in splendor, had long hair, a flowing beard, a jewel at his neck,
and a smart surtout. So attired, he stood but yesterday in court; and
to-day he sits over a bowl of prison cocoa, with a shaved head, and in a
felon's jerkin.

That beard and head shaved, that gaudy deputy-lieutenant's coat
exchanged for felon uniform, and your daily bottle of champagne for
prison cocoa, my poor Rupilius, what a comfort it must be to have the
business brought to an end! Champagne was the honorable gentleman's
drink in the House of Commons dining-room, as I am informed. What
uncommonly dry champagne that must have been! When we saw him outwardly
happy, how miserable he must have been! when we thought him prosperous,
how dismally poor! When the great Mr. Harker, at the public dinners,
called out--"Gentlemen, charge your glasses, and please silence for
the Honorable Member for Lambeth!" how that Honorable Member must have
writhed inwardly! One day, when there was a talk of a gentleman's honor
being questioned, Rupilius said, "If any man doubted mine, I would knock
him down." But that speech was in the way of business. The Spartan boy,
who stole the fox, smiled while the beast was gnawing him under his
cloak: I promise you Rupilius had some sharp fangs gnashing under his.
We have sat at the same feast, I say: we have paid our contribution to
the same charity. Ah! when I ask this day for my daily bread, I pray not
to be led i