I learned how to give my own Papers the semblance of Antiquity. Into my Closet I smuggl'd a pounce bag of Charcole, a great stick of yellow ochre and a bottle of black lead powder, with which Materials I could fabricate an appearance of great Age as closely as if my new invented Papers were the very ones from the Chests of St Mary Redcliffe. I would rub the ochre and lead across the Parchments and sometimes, to antiquate my Writings still further, I would drag them through the Dust or hold them above a Candle - which process not only quite chang' d the colour of the Inke but blackened and contracted the Parchment itself. I was a willing Student but, at first, there was more madness than method in my labours; and my Mother, hearing sundry Groans and Curses coming from my Chamber on the fust Day that ever I tried them, entered and found me in a clowd of Charcole. I was so cover'd in ochre and in lead that she threw up her hands, saying 'Lord, Tom, do you colour yourself to join the Gypsies?'