But had he been sedate, discreet, and staid, he
Had never quarrell'd about any lady;
And Grog-an, grog had mix'd, in better quarters,
Than came of mixing up in troubled waters.
Mount! Eagle.
Making light of it.
A burning shame.
PREMIUM AND DISCOUNT.
No third-floor front that ever looked upon the golden waters of Ball's Pond harboured swain more favoured by nature and art than the young Augustus Kutitphat. His father was the renowned Orlando Kosenem Von Kutitphat who, passing over from Germany to this country in three ships, became arbiter elegantiarum at Hockley-in-the-Hole, and his mother was nearly related to that unprecedented Simpson who conferred immortality upon the bowers of Vauxhall. At the age of nineteen Augustus was bereaved of his parents, from whom he inherited a mine of brass (in his face), and a harvest of curls (hair-looms) unparalleled in the annals of (Bear's) Greece. He was not, as he himself asserted, critically handsome, but eminently genteel. "Manners make the man," he was accustomed to observe, "but the tailor, the gentleman: appearance is the premium where-with you can discount society; it's gammon to talk about the aristocracy of birth; why there's a second fiddle at Astley's that no Duke in the 'Red Book' is fit to hold a candle to: I never had a grandfather, and is there any mistake about me?"