HUMAN PH1SI0GN0MT. I? eees. He either is no lounger, or knows not how to lounge, who walks rapidly, who gapes in the street, who passes by the side of a pretty woman without looking at her, or in front of a splendid shop or puppet-show without stopping. A mere fool walks, but never lounges. He meets you ten times within the hour, and salutes you each time. The stupid man sometimes lounges—the man of nous frequently. The loiterer is he who says: “ I am off: I am off directly,” yet still holds you fast as in a vice. The loiterer babbles much aud thinks little—the lounger thinks much and speaks little. The loiterer is a mere caricature of the true spirit of lounging; he is like the last bottle at a feast in the Temple—empty, empty, empty ! The puppy holds his head Rung backward, in common with the zany, or much thrown forward, like the short-sighted man Though his sight should be of the keenest, he is constantly eyeing you through his glass, or winking at you while he addresses you. The puppy of the first water affects not to hear you, and consequently does not answer you. The false-hearted man hesitates, weighs, half-utters and returns his words in petto, before he can think of risking them, and never by any chance looks you straight in the face. The d-- d good-natured fellow, who always comes to dip in your purse, accosts you with a laughing countenance, open arms, and prominent abdomen. The surly bear, the cross-grained man, the grumbler, listen to you with the head lowered and inclined- to one side, the brows contracted, the lips compressed, the mouth puckered at the corners, without lifting the eyes, or even turning their countenance towards you, and confer a favor with the clumsy, uncivil air which seems to announce a refusal. The man wlio thinks himself “ somebody”—a Character, a personage—places one hand within his bosom, and the other on his loins. The coxcomb adjusts his cravat by frequent little movements of his chin, caresses his whiskers, pushes out his chest, squares his shoulders and arches his back, or seizes his waist by the two hands. The silly-pated puppy passes a small comb through his moustache, if he wears one ; if not, through his whiskers. The man of fine figure is fond of thrusting his thumbs into the arm-holes of his waistcoat The ill-bred man fumbles with both his hands in his pantaloon pockets ; the lounger thrusts them in the skirt pockets of his coat. The blue-nosed man, with a cold and uncomfortable look, a sour and crabbed face, an unquiet and discontented eye, is a teetotaller—who will probably return to drunkenness. The grog-nosed man, with a whey face, a pallid lip, and a palsied aspect, is a teetotaller—who will certainly return to drunkenness. u
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