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HOSE in the least acquainted with the
character of Dr. Goldsmith, know that ceconomy and foresight were not amongst the catalogue of his virtues. In the suit of his pensioners (and he generally enlarged the list as he enlarged his finances) was the late unfortunate Jack Pilkington, of scribbling memory, who had served the Doctor so many tricks, that he despaired of getting any more money from him, without coming out with a cbef-d'ouvre
once for all.
He accordingly called on the Doctor one morning, and running about the room in a fit of joy, told him his fortune was made! “How so, Jackp” says the Doctor.
Why,” says Jack, "the Duchess of Marl. borough, you must know, has long had a strange penchant for a pair of white mice; and as I knew they were sometimes to be had in the East-Indies, I commissioned a friend of mine, who was going out there, to get them for me, and he is this morning arrived with two of the most beautiful little animals in nature.” After Jack had finished this account with a transport of joy, he lengthened his visage, by telling the Doctor all was ruined, for without two guineas to buy a cage for the mice, he could not present them. The Doctor, unfortunately, as he said himself, had but half a guinea in the world, which he offered to lend him.-But Pilkington was not to be beat out of his scheme; he perceived the Doctor's watch hanging up in his room, and after premising on the indelicacy of the proposal, hinted, “ that if he could spare that watch for a week, he could raise a few guineas on it, which he would repay him with gratitude.” The Doctor would not be the means of spoiling a man's fortune for such a trifle. He accordingly took down the watch,