To treat your bitter sufferings as a joke.
Said I, he shall! It will be nothing new;
The Treasury now is govern'd by a Jew.'

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The tall dandy-looking youth standing near the great man is a scion of
the former head of the Hebrew family: his father possessed very superior
talents, but was too much attached to splendid society to die rich; his
banquets were often graced by royalty, and his liberality and honourable
conduct proverbial, until misfortune produced a catastrophe that will
not bear ~126~~repeating. The very name of the sire causes a feeling of
dislike in the breast of the Colossus, and consequently the son is no
partaker in the good things which the great man has to dispose of. The
three tall Jews standing together are brothers, and all members of the
Stock Exchange; their affinity to the high priest, more than their
own talents, renders their fortunes promising. Observe the pale-faced
genteel-looking man.on the right hand side of the arena--that is Major
G--s, an unsuccessful speculator in the funds, but a highly honourable
officer, who threw away the proceeds of his campaigns in the Peninsula
among the sharks of the Stock Exchange and the lesser gamblers of St.
James's: he has lately given to the world a sketch of his own life,
under the assumed name of 'Ned Clinton, or the Commissary,' in which
he has faithfully narrated scenes and characters. The little, jolly,
fresh-coloured gentleman near him is Tommy B--h, a great speculator in
the funds, a lottery contractor, and wine merchant, and quite at home in
the tea trade. The immense fat gent behind him is called the dinner
man and M. C. of Vaux hall, of which place Tommy B--h holds a principal
share; his office is to write lyrics for the lottery, and gunpowder
puffs for the Genuine Tea Company, paragraphs for Vauxhall, and spirited
compositions in praise of spiritless wines: amid all these occupations
it is no wonder, considering his bulk, that he invariably falls asleep
before the dinner cloth is removed, and snores most mellifluously
between each round of the bottle. The sharp-visaged personage to the
left of him is the well known Count Bounce---------"--"Excuse me, Mr.
Principal," said I, "but I happen to know that worthy well myself;
that is, I believe, Sam Dixon, the _coper_ of Barbican, a jobber in the
funds, it would appear, as well as in horses, coaches, and chaises:
of the last named article I have