~138~~occupation they carry on elsewhere. From this place, called by
the members of the _house Lower Tartary, or Hell_, the next step of
degradation, when obliged to waddle out of the court, is the _Rotunda
of New Botany Bay_. Here may be seen the private market in miniature; a
crowd of persons calling themselves jobbers and brokers, and, of course,
a market to serve any person who will deal with them; the same system
of _ear-wigging_, nods, and winks, is apparent, and the same _fiddling,
rasping_, and attempts at overreaching each other, as in Upper Tartary,
or the Den; and of course, while they rasp and fiddle, their principals
have to pay for the music: but as no great bargains are contracted
here (these good things being reserved for a select few in the private
market), the jobbers, who are chiefly of little note, are glad if they
can pick up a few shillings for a day's job, by cutting out money stock
for servants' and other people's small earnings. Here may be seen my
lord's footman from the west end of the town, who is a great politician,
and knows for a certainty that the stocks will be down; therefore he
wants to sell out his 50L. savings, to get in at less: here also may be
some other lord's footman, who has taken a different view of things,
and wants to buy; and, although their respective brokers might meet
each other, and transact business in a direct way, at a given price,
notwithstanding they either do, or they pretend to have given the
jobbers the turn,{24} that is, the one sold at one-eighth, and the other
bought at one-fourth.
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