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CHAP. IV,] THE CITIZEN OF THE WORLD.

the curious white mice, till a paragraph, in the Pullic Ledger 1760.
informed him of certain equivocal modes whereby " Mr. .sit. 82.
" P—Ik—g—on was endeavouring to raise money,"—yet a
messenger, not long afterwards, carried to the poor starving
creature's death-bed " a guinea from Mr. Goldsmith."

The same journal (by the favour of an old friend, Kenrick)
described for the public at the same time an amusing
adventure in White-conduit gardens, of which no other
than " Mr. G—d—th" himself was the hero. Strolling
through that scene of humble holiday, he seems to have met
the wife and two daughters of an honest tradesman who had
done him some service, and invited them to tea; but after
much enjoyment of the innocent repast, he discovered a want
of money to discharge the bill, and had to undergo some
ludicrous annoyances, and entertain his friends at other
expense than he had bargained for, before means were found
for his release. Another contemporary anecdote reverses
this picture a little, and exhibits him paymaster, at the
Chapter-coffee-house, for Churchill's friend Charles Lloyd,
who in his careless way, without a shilling to pay for the
entertainment, had invited him to sup with some friends of
Grub-street.* A third incident of the same date presents

* Cooke tells this story pleasantly enough, and I think it worth quoting, with
some obvious and unimportant corrections rendered necessary by its date. "Gold-
smith sitting one morning at the Chapter-coffee-house, Lloyd came up to him
with great frankness, and asked him how he did ? Goldsmith, who certainly
was a very modest man, seeing a stranger accost him so intimately, shrunk back
a little, and returned his inquiries with an air of distant civility. ' Pho ! pho !'
says Lloyd, ' my name is Lloyd, and you are Mr. Goldsmith, and, though not
' formally introduced to one another, we should be acquainted as brother poets and
' literary men ; therefore, without any ceremony, will you sup with me this
^{ evening at this house, where you will meet half-a-dozen honest fellows, who-,
' I think, will please you.' Goldsmith, who admired the frankness of the
introduction, immediately accepted. The party, which principally consisted of
authors and booksellers, was, as Lloyd predicted, quite agreeable to Goldsmith,
and the glass circulated to a late hour in the morning. A little before the
company broke up, Lloyd went out of the room, and, in a few minutes afterwards,



	CHAP. IV,] THE CITIZEN OF THE WORLD. the curious white mice, till a paragraph, in the Pullic Ledger 1760. informed him of certain equivocal modes whereby " Mr. .sit. 82. " P—Ik—g—on was endeavouring to raise money,"—yet a messenger, not long afterwards, carried to the poor starving creature's death-bed " a guinea from Mr. Goldsmith." The same journal (by the favour of an old friend, Kenrick) described for the public at the same time an amusing adventure in White-conduit gardens, of which no other than " Mr. G—d—th" himself was the hero. Strolling through that scene of humble holiday, he seems to have met the wife and two daughters of an honest tradesman who had done him some service, and invited them to tea; but after much enjoyment of the innocent repast, he discovered a want of money to discharge the bill, and had to undergo some ludicrous annoyances, and entertain his friends at other expense than he had bargained for, before means were found for his release. Another contemporary anecdote reverses this picture a little, and exhibits him paymaster, at the Chapter-coffee-house, for Churchill's friend Charles Lloyd, who in his careless way, without a shilling to pay for the entertainment, had invited him to sup with some friends of Grub-street.* A third incident of the same date presents * Cooke tells this story pleasantly enough, and I think it worth quoting, with some obvious and unimportant corrections rendered necessary by its date. "Gold- smith sitting one morning at the Chapter-coffee-house, Lloyd came up to him with great frankness, and asked him how he did ? Goldsmith, who certainly was a very modest man, seeing a stranger accost him so intimately, shrunk back a little, and returned his inquiries with an air of distant civility. ' Pho ! pho !' says Lloyd, ' my name is Lloyd, and you are Mr. Goldsmith, and, though not ' formally introduced to one another, we should be acquainted as brother poets and ' literary men ; therefore, without any ceremony, will you sup with me this ^{ evening at this house, where you will meet half-a-dozen honest fellows, who-, ' I think, will please you.' Goldsmith, who admired the frankness of the introduction, immediately accepted. The party, which principally consisted of authors and booksellers, was, as Lloyd predicted, quite agreeable to Goldsmith, and the glass circulated to a late hour in the morning. A little before the company broke up, Lloyd went out of the room, and, in a few minutes afterwards,