"That is the greatest original we have yet
seen," said our friend Bob: "he is now in the honourable situation of
croupier to one of the most notorious hells in the metropolis. This poor
devil was once a master tailor of some respectability, until getting
connected with a gang of sharpers, he was eventually fleeced of all
his little property: his good-natured qualifications, and the harmless
pleasantries with which he abounds, pointed him out as a very proper
person to act as a confederate to the more wealthy legs; from a pigeon
he became a bird of prey, was enlisted into the corps, and regularly
initiated into all the diabolical mysteries of the black art. For some
time he figured as a decoy upon the town, dressed in the first style of
fashion, and driving an unusually fine horse and elegant Stanhope, until
a circumstance, arising out of a ~219~~ joke played off upon him by his
companions, when in a state of intoxication, made him so notorious,
that his usefulness in that situation was entirely frustrated, and,
consequently, he has since been employed within doors, in the more
sacred mysteries of the Greek temple. The gentleman I mean is yonder,
with the Joliffe tile and sharp indented countenance: his real name is
B------; but he has now obtained the humorous cognomen of 'The subject'
from having been, while in a state of inebriety, half stripped, put
into a sack, and in this manner conveyed to the door of Mr.
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