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BY TOM TRoTTER.


~Many, for want of Wit, shall sell their free
hold for tobaccu, pipes and red petticoats."-
The Pelnyless Parliament of Thread-bare Poets.''
Han. Ms. VOL.


came to this country just after the revo-
lutionary war, and having some knowledge
of accounts, was taken into the employ of
MessFs, r S. g. Co., importing merchants
of Charleston. My chief occupation was
the collection of ofaccounts, and let me not be
charged with vanity, when affirm that in
this department | had no equal The art
was genius in met fiji me as easily as
the brogues brought from the old country,
and lasted as long--eyen unto this day!
knew the cut and color of every mans coat
his gait--the streets and corners he fre-
.quented-his voice and step in the dark
in word1I was up to M business, and
many were the dollars cOaXed, frightened,
or screwed out of that class Of hopeless hui
manity, "who live by their wits'' and are
" gentlemen in their cloth" never was
baiaed but once, and that. too, by an admi.
rable ertempore liver.


Dick, or properly Col Dick DashaIl, was
one Of your vattling, roisteriDg, rakish fel
lows, who "paid his debts with dammes-'
The credits, or as he called them, "thC
ticks,n he contracted at the stores, were a.
numerous as his drafts of wine per diem
and these were not few, NOR ia glasses no
so bic as a tailor's thimble; for Dick
4 cohsunptionsn we're " ale tubs" when h,