enting Sawney Bean M'Collop, chief of the clan of that name,
descending from his mountains into Edinburgh, and his astonishment at
beholding a pair of breeches for the first time. These playful jokes
passed constantly amongst the young men of Gandish's studio. There was
no one there who was not caricatured in one way or another. He whose
eyes looked not very straight was depicted with a most awful squint. The
youth whom nature had endowed with somewhat lengthy nose was drawn by
the caricaturists with a prodigious proboscis. Little Bobby Moss, the
young Hebrew artist from Wardour Street, was delineated with three hats
and an old-clothes bag. Nor were poor J. J.'s round shoulders spared,
until Clive indignantly remonstrated at the hideous hunchback pictures
which the boys made of his friend, and vowed it was a shame to make
jokes at such a deformity.

Our friend, if the truth must be told regarding him, though one of the
most frank, generous, and kind-hearted persons, is of a nature somewhat
haughty and imperious, and very likely the course of life which he now
led and the society which he was compelled to keep, served to increase
some original defects in his character, and to fortify a certain
disposition to think well of himself, with which his enemies not
unjustly reproach him. He has been known very pathetically to lament
that he was withdrawn from school too early, where a couple of years'
further course of thrashings from his tyrant, old Hodge, he avers, would
have done him good. He laments that he was not sent to college, where if
a young man receives no other discipline, at least he acquires that of
meeting with his equals in society and of assuredly finding his betters:
whereas in poor Mr. Gandish's studio of art, our young gentleman
scarcely found a comrade that was not in one way or other his flatterer,
his inferior, his honest or dishonest admirer. The influence of his
family's rank and wealth acted more or less on all those simple folks,
who would run on his errands and vied with each other in winning the
young nabob's favour. His very goodness of heart rendered him a more
easy prey to their flattery, and his kind and jovial disposition led him
into company from which he had been much better away. I am afraid
that artful young Moss, whose parents dealt in pictures, furniture,
gimcracks, and jewellery, victimised Clive sadly with rings and chains,
shirt-studs and flaming shirt-pins, and such vanities, which the