Imagine to yourself a little squat, uncourtly figure of a Doctor _Slop_, of about four feet and a half perpendicular height, with a breadth of back, and a sesquipedality of belly, which might have done honour to a serjeant in the horse-guards.
Such were the out-lines of Dr. _Slop's_ figure, which, --if you have read _Hogarth's_ analysis of beauty, and if you have not, I wish you would; ----you must know, may as certainly be caricatured, and conveyed to the mind by three strokes as three hundred.
Imagine such a one, ----for such, I say, were the outlines of Dr. _Slop's_ figure, coming slowly along, foot by foot, waddling thro' the dirt upon the vertebr of a little diminutive pony, of a pretty colour----but of strength, ----alack! ----scarce able to have made an amble of it, under such a fardel, had the roads been in an ambling condition. ----They were not. ----Imagine to yourself, _Obadiah_ mounted upon a strong monster of a coach-horse, pricked into a full gallop, and making all practicable speed the adverse way.
Pray, Sir, let me interest you a moment in this description.

Imagine to yourself a little squat, uncourtly figure of a Doctor Slop, about four feet and a half in height, but with considerable breadth of belly.
Imagine him waddling slowly through the dirt upon a little pony, scarce able, alack! to walk under such a burden, even had the roads been good. - They were not. - Now imagine Obadiah mounted upon a strong monster of a coach-horse, in full gallop, and speeding the opposite way.
Pray, Sir, let me interest you a moment in this description.
