Doctor Dulcifer, when I last heard of him, was editing a newspaper in America.  Old File, who shared his flight, still shares his fortunes, being publisher of his newspaper.  Young File resumed coining operations in London; and, having braved his fate a second time, threaded his way, in due course, up to the steps of the scaffold.  Screw carries on the profitable trade of informer, in London.  The dismal disappearance of Mill I have already recorded.

So much on the subject of my relatives and associates.  On the subject of myself, I might still write on at considerable length.  But while the libelous title of “A ROGUE’S LIFE” stares me in the face at the top of the page, how can I, as a rich and reputable man, be expected to communicate any further autobiographical particulars, in this place, to a discerning public of readers?  No, no, my friends!  I am no longer interesting—­I am only respectable like yourselves.  It is time to say “Good-by.”