H. Edward Del

Jul May/1802 by R. Ackermann, Hand

Rowlandson Paul

# A MAN OF FASHION'S JOURNAL.

QUEER Dreams—thought Poll untrue, and fifty other Meagrims,—owing to Sir Richard's d-d Claret—always drink too much of it—rose at One—curfed Head-ache—tried Patent Coffee—rather better—caft my Eye over the News Papers—my Friend Sir Richard paragraph'd—fmil'd at the Joke—very good Point—myself in the next Page—not so well pleafed—fheer Envy by the Gods!—General Election—mem—canvafs as soon as poffible—do not like Duns—curfed troubleſome—drefs'd by half-paſt Three—clever Fellow that Tom—five to one better than my laſt Valet—took an Hour's Ride—a good Horſe, my laſt Purchaſe, remember to ſell him again—nothing like variety—ſent Tom home with the Horſes—called on Poll—did not ſeem quite ſo fond—thought of Dream—fancied I ſaw a Man's Hat in the Room—looked like Sir Richard's—meer Imagination—ſtroll'd through Bond-Street to Pall-Mall—paſt Caricature Shop—ſaw myſelf—knew it directly—very like—laugh'd it off—Sir Richard there alſo—very fair that—ate two Jellies and purchaſed ſome Pines—met Bob Careleſs—rather ſeedy—obliged to ſpeak to him—very old Friend—promifed to call on him—*remember* to *forget* the Appointment. Dined at Six with Sir Richard—thought I ſaw Poll go out—not certain—faid ſeveral good things—forgot *em* all—in high Spirits—quizz'd a Parfon—drank three Bottles and loung'd to the Theatre—not quite clear about the Play—Comedy or Tragedy, forgot which—ſaw the laſt Aſt—Kemble-toll-loll—not quite certain whether it was Kemble or not—Mrs. Siddons monſtrous fine—got into a Hack—ſet down in St. James's-Street—dipp'd a little with the Boys at Hazard—confounded bad Luck—loſt all my Money, and forgot to call on Poll.