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And then one of them got a piece of paper and wrote a note to be given to Harlow at the first opportunity. This note was properly worded, written in a manner suitable for a gentleman like him, neatly folded and addressed: Mr Harlow Esq., c/o Macaroni's Royal Cafe till called for.
A gentleman who is acquainted with a pawnbroker, we may be sure has a bailiff or two amongst his acquaintances; and those bailiffs have followers who, at the bidding of the impartial Law, will touch with equal hand the fiercest captain's epaulet or the finest macaroni's shoulder. The very gentlemen who had seized upon Lady Maria at Tunbridge were set upon her cousin in London.
He then alludes to the "cockney" improvements that had lately taken place, among which the venerable castle appears, like "A helmet on a Macaroni's head Or like old Talbot, turn'd into a fop, With coat embroider'd and scratch wig at top." Some verses, of the same mixed character, on the short duration of life and the changes that death produces, thus begin:
Smith or Lady de Smythe to believe that Signer Macaroni né Jones will reveal to them the secrets of the infinite for two pounds. He may; on the other hand, he may not. That the secrets are there, who but a fool can doubt; it is only Signer Macaroni's power of disinterested revelation that causes my unworthy scepticism.
Harlow was working at the place that had been Macaroni's Cafe when one day a note was sent to him from Hunter at the shop. It was written on a scrap of wallpaper, and worded in the usual manner of such notes as if the writer had studied how to avoid all suspicion of being unduly civil: Harlow go to the yard at once take your tools with you. Crass will tell you where you have to go.
How would the writers, who caught "the manners as they rise," have been astonished that now no decorous person would be unaccompanied by what Massinger in contempt calls Thy case of toothpicks and thy silver fork! Umbrellas, in my youth, were not ordinary things; few but the macaroni's of the day, as the dandies were then called, would venture to display them.
The great rendezvous of the White's people has been at my Lord Cadogan's, as that of the Macaroni's at Lord Egremont's. Adieu pour aujourd'hui; I need not conclude, as this letter does not go till Tuesday. Monday morning. There was no news last night, and but little play. Lady Harriot came again to fetch her husband in their vis a vis, and I crammed myself in too. I hope that he will not.
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