The change of my looks, from youth to manhood, and the change of my circumstances, prevented them from recognizing me.  They could not suspect, in the dashing young buck, fashionably dressed, and driving his own equipage, their former comrade, the painted beau, with old peaked hat and long, flimsy, sky-blue coat.  My heart yearned with kindness towards Columbine, and I was glad to see her establishment a thriving one.  As soon as the harness was adjusted, I tossed a small purse of gold into her ample bosom; and then, pretending give my horses a hearty cut of the whip, I made the lash curl with a whistling about the sleek sides of ancient Harlequin.  The horses dashed off like lightning, and I was whirled out of sight, before either of the parties could get over their surprise at my liberal donations.  I have always considered this as one of the greatest proofs of my poetical genius.  It was distributing poetical justice in perfection.

I now entered London en cavalier, and became a blood upon town.  I took fashionable lodgings in the West End; employed the first tailor; frequented the regular lounges; gambled a little; lost my money good-humoredly, and gained a number of fashionable good-for-nothing acquaintances.  Had I had more industry and ambition in my nature, I might have worked my way to the very height of fashion, as I saw many laborious gentlemen doing around me.  But it is a toilsome, an anxious, and an unhappy life; there are few beings so sleepless and miserable as your cultivators of fashionable smiles.

I was quite content with that kind of society which forms the frontiers of fashion, and may be easily taken possession of.  I found it a light, easy, productive soil.  I had but to go about and sow visiting cards, and I reaped a whole harvest of invitations.  Indeed, my figure and address were by no means against me.  It was whispered, too, among the young ladies, that I was prodigiously clever, and wrote poetry; and the old ladies had ascertained that I was a young gentleman of good family, handsome fortune, and “great expectations.”

I now was carried away by the hurry of gay life, so intoxicating to a young man; and which a man of poetical temperament enjoys so highly on his first tasting of it.  That rapid variety of sensations; that whirl of brilliant objects; that succession of pungent pleasures.  I had no time for thought; I only felt.  I never attempted to write poetry; my poetry seemed all to go off by transpiration.  I lived poetry; it was all a poetical dream to me.  A mere sensualist knows nothing of the delights of a splendid metropolis.  He lives in a round of animal gratifications and heartless habits.  But to a young man of poetical feelings it is an ideal world; a scene of enchantment and delusion; his imagination is in perpetual excitement, and gives a spiritual zest to every pleasure.