You see what it is to be a gentleman，I beg your pardon，what it is to be a peddler．It had not before occurred to me that a peddler was a great man in a laborer’S alehouse；but now that I had to enact the part for the evening，I found that SO it was．He has in his hedge quarters somewhat the same preminency as the man who takes a private parlor in a hotel．The more you look into it the more infinite are the class distinctions among men；and possibly，by a happy dispensation there is no one at all at the bottom of the scale；no one but call find some superiority over somebody else，tO keep up his pride withal．
We were displeased enough with our fare．Particularly the Cigarette； for I tried tO make believe that 1 was amused with the adventure，tough beefsteak and a11．According to the Lucretian maxim，our steak should have been flavored by the look of the other people’S bread—berry；but we did not find it SO in practice．You may have a head knowledge that other people live more poorly than yourself,but it is not agreeable--1 was going to say，it is against the etiquette of the universe—to sit at the same table and pick your own superior diet from among their crusts．I had not seen such a thing done since the greedy boy at school with his birthday cake．It was odious enough to witness，I could remember；and I had never thought to play the part myself．But there，again，you see what it is to be a peddler．