"Smalltrade.—There is nothing like a snug country bank.
[Enter a servant.
"Servant.—I want change for this draft of Sir Harry Hockley's.
"Smalltrade.—Very well, how much is it for?
"Servant.—A hundred pounds.
"Smalltrade.—What?
"Servant.—A hundred pounds.
"Smalltrade.—Mercy on me! you've set me all in a tremble. Draw on a country bank for a hundred pounds!—why, does your master suppose himself drawing on the bank of Amsterdam?
"Plainly.—True, sir; and, if you recollect, we had a large run upon us yesterday.
"Smalltrade.—So we had—a very large run! Sir Thomas Roundhead drew in one draft for the enormous sum of twenty-five pounds, and here's your master draws for a hundred. Talk of a country bank! the Bank of England couldn't stand this.