The things we do!

Sherrick has the
soul of an artist still--by Jove, sir, when they have once smelt the
lamps, the love of the trade never leaves 'em. The ladies actually
practised by moonlight in the Chapel, and came over to Honeyman's to an
oyster afterwards. The thing took, sir. People began to take box-seats, I
mean, again:--and Charles Honeyman, easy in his mind through your noble
father's generosity, perhaps inspirited by returning good fortune, has
been preaching more eloquently than ever. He took some lessons of Husler,
of the Haymarket, sir. His sermons are old, I believe; but so to speak,
he has got them up with new scenery, dresses, and effects, sir. They have
flowers, sir, about the buildin'--pious ladies are supposed to provide
'em, but, entre nous, Sherrick contracts for them with Nathan, or some
one in Covent Garden. And--don't tell this now, upon your honour!"
"Tell what, F. B.?" asks Clive.
"I got up a persecution against your uncle for Popish practices summoned
a meetin' at the Running Footman, in Bolingbroke Street.


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