I have heard of an Exquisite,a who, in the full determination to be singular, remained all September and October in London, declaring that this was the only season in which he could enjoy the luxuries of the Metropolis. During winter (that is, the London winter, and the summer of the rest of the world) he complained that the hotels were so full that he could obtain nothing to eat; the streets so crowded he had not room to walk; and though wearied out by the rounds of his daily (he was pleased to call them) engagements, he could not sleep for the noise made by the vulgarians, who got up to pursue their avocations / in the middle of the night. In autumn, on the contrary, he had his choice of rooms at Long’s, all Bond-street to himself, his tailors and shoemakers were punctual, and his periods of rest, more happily timed, were undisturbed by noon-day somnambulists.b