H. Edward D. Rowland

Jul. May/1802 by R. Ashmam Swaro

Rowland's 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—rofe 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—myfelf in the next Page—not fo well pleafed—fheer Envy by the Gods!—General
Election—mem—canvafs as foon as poffible—do not like Duns—curfed troublfome—drefs'd by half-
paft Three—clever Fellow that Tom—five to one better than my laft Valet—took an Hour's Ride—
a good Horfe, my laft Purchafe, 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—paft Caricature Shop—ſaw myſelf—knew it directly—very like—laugh'd it off.—
Sir Richard there alſo—very fair that—ate two Jellies and purchafed ſome Pines—met Bob Careleſs—
rather feedy—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—ſaid
feveral 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 laft A&—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.

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Jul-May/1802 by R. Achimann St相关信息

Rowlandson Paul

A MAN OF FASHION'S JOURNAL.

QUEER Dreams—thought Poll untrue, and fifty other Meagrimses—owing to Sir Richard's d-d-d Claret—always drink too much of it—rofe at One—curfed Head-ache—tried Patent Coffee—rather better—caft my Eye over the News Papers—my Friend Sir Richard paragraph'd—smil'd at the Joke—very good Point—myfelf in the next Page—not fo well pleafed—fheer Envy by the Gods!—General Election—mem—canvafs as foon as poffible—do not like Duns—curfed troubleſome—drefs'd by half-paſt Three—clever Fellow that Tom—ſive to one better than my laſt Valet—took an Hour's Ride— a good Horſe, my laſt Purchafe, 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 purchafed 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 feveral good things—forgot 'em all—in high Spirits—quizz'd a Parſon—drank three Bottles and loung'd to the Theatre—not quite clear about the Play—Comedy or Tragedy, forgot which—ſaw the laſt Act—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.

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