and anxieties
at his heels, his bread and his fame dependent upon the sentence of his
magnanimous patrons of the Row. Pen looked at all the wonders of all the
shops, and the strange variety of literature which they exhibit. In this
were displayed black-letter volumes and books in the clear pale types
of Aldus and Elzevir: in the next, you might see the Penny Horrific
Register; the Halfpenny Annals of Crime and History of the most
celebrated murderers of all countries, The Raff's Magazine, The Larky
Swell, and other publications of the penny press; whilst at the next
window, portraits of ill-favoured individuals, with fac-similes of the
venerated signatures of the Reverend Grimes Wapshot, the Reverend Elias
Howle, and the works written and the sermons preached by them, showed
the British Dissenter where he could find mental pabulum. Hard by would
be a little casement hung with emblems, with medals and rosaries
with little paltry prints of saints gilt and painted, and books of
controversial theology, by which the faithful of the Roman opinion
might learn a short way to deal with Protestants, at a penny apiece, or
ninepence the dozen for distribution; whilst in the very next window you
might see 'Come out of Rome,' a sermon preached at the opening of the
Shepherd's Bush College, by John Thomas Lord Bishop of Ealing. Scarce
an opinion but has its expositor and its place of exhibition in this
peaceful old Paternoster Row, under the toll of the bells of Saint Paul.

Pen looked in at all the windows and shops, as a gentleman who is
going to have an interview with the dentist examines the books on the
waiting-room table. He remembered them afterwards. It seemed to him that
Warrington would never come out; and indeed the latter was engaged for
some time in pleading his friend's cause.

Pen's natural conceit would have swollen immensely if he could but have
heard the report which Warrington gave of him. It happened that
Mr. Bacon himself had occasion to descend to Mr. Hack's room whilst
Warrington was talking there, and Warrington, knowing Bacon's
weaknesses, acted upon them with great adroitness in his friend's
behalf. In the first place, he put on his hat to speak to Bacon, and
addressed him from the table on which he seated himself. Bacon liked to
be treated with rudeness by a gentleman, and used to pass it on to his
inferiors as boys pass the mark. "What! not know Mr. Pendennis, Mr.
Bacon?" Warrington said. "You can't live