Our friend at length began to fear fortune-making was not so
easy as he thought--indeed, he was soon sure of it.
One day as he was staring vacantly out of the Bantam coffee-room window,
between the gilt labels, 'Hot Soups' and 'Dinners,' he was suddenly seized
with a fit of virtuous indignation at the disreputable frauds practised by
unprincipled adventurers on the unwary public, in the way of betting
offices, and resolved that he would be the St. George to slay this great
dragon of abuse. Accordingly, after due consultation with Lucy, he invested
his all in fitting up and decorating the splendid establishment in Jermyn
Street, St. James's, now known as the SPONGE AND CIGAR BETTING ROOMS, whose
richness neither pen nor pencil can do justice to.
We must, therefore, entreat our readers to visit this emporium of honesty,
where, in addition to finding lists posted on all the great events of the
day, they can have the use of a _Mogg_ while they indulge in one of Lucy's
unrivalled cigars; and noblemen, gentlemen, and officers in the household
troops may be accommodated with loans on their personal security to any
amount.
Pages:
945
946
947
948
949
950
951
952
953
954
955
956
957
958
959
960
961
962
963
964
965
966
967
968
969