The man who, by the strength of his purse or principles, can afford to respect the world at its just value, will endure without complaint a great deal of calumny and injustice. I am led to make this remark, by the recollection of an occurrence which happened to the party at the King's Arms, on the ever-memorable day of Mr. Macindoe's visit to the Colonial Labyrinth.

Among other inducements which had brought him to London in his old age, besides that of friendship to his cousin, was to see sights and taste dainties, and it had so happened, that much as he had heard of turbot, or as he called it, “terbet,” he had never seen that fish; accordingly, being resolved to distinguish the great interview by something extraordinary, in addition to an abundance of good things, he ordered one of the best turbots that could be got, and in the fullness of his generosity said he would treat me, and authorized both Mr. Mashlim and myself to bring a friend, while he proposed to invite a Captain Platoon, of the 150th, with whom he had become acquainted while the regiment lay in Glasgow.

Knowing the delight that my old friend Mr. Woodriffe took in odd characters, and how much the extravagant humour of Mr. Macindoe was likely to excite his conversational powers, while the sagacious shrewdness of Mr. Mashlim would, in an equal degree, interest his more serious judgment, I requested him to be my guest. Mr. Mashlim brought the celebrated Mr. Adage, then just come to town to publish one of his books.