James Plush, to whom
her Ladyship also made a handsome present--namely, the lease, good-will,
and fixtures of the "Wheel of Fortune" public-house, near Shepherd's
Market, May Fair: a house greatly frequented by all the nobility's
footmen, doing a genteel stroke of business in the neighborhood, and
where, as we have heard, the "Butlers' Club" is held.
Here Mr. Plush lives happy in a blooming and interesting wife:
reconciled to a middle sphere of life, as he was to a humbler and a
higher one before. He has shaved off his whiskers, and accommodates
himself to an apron with perfect good humor. A gentleman connected with
this establishment dined at the "Wheel of Fortune" the other day, and
collected the above particulars. Mr. Plush blushed rather, as he brought
in the first dish, and told his story very modestly over a pint of
excellent port. He had only one thing in life to complain of, he
said--that a witless version of his adventures had been produced at
the Princess's theatre, "without with your leaf or by your leaf," as
he expressed it. "Has for the rest," the worthy fellow said, "I'm
appy--praps betwixt you and me I'm in my proper spear. I enjy my glass
of beer or port (with your elth & my suvvice to you, sir,) quite as much
as my clarrit in my prawsprus days.
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