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to something besides a mortgage; and good society-he imagined she comyounger brothers who do not mis-manded it; she was a hanger on-he take their capital for their income. believed she was a leader. Lady To this set you may add the whole Harriet was crafty and twenty-fourof the baronetage-for I have re- had no objection to be married, nor marked that baronets hang together to change the name of Woodstock for like bees or Scotchmen; and if I go to Garrett. She kept up the baronet's a baronet's house, and speak to some mistake till it was too late to repair it. one whom I have not the happiness to know, I always say "Sir John!"

Marriage did not bring Sir Lionel wisdom. His wife was of the same turn of mind as himself: they might have been great people in the country

It was no wonder, then, that to this set belonged Sir Lionel Garrett-no more the youth with a green coat-they preferred being little people in and lank hair, but pinched in, and curled out abounding in horses and whiskers-dancing all night-lounging all day-the favourite of the old ladies, the Philander of the young.

town. They might have chosen friends among persons of respectability and rank they preferred being chosen as acquaintance by persons of ton. Society was their being's end and One unfortunate evening Sir Lionel aim, and the only thing which brought Garrett was introduced to the cele- them pleasure was the pain of attainbrated Duchess of D. From that ing it. Did I not say truly that I moment his head was turned. Before would describe individuals of a comthen, he had always imagined that he mon species? Is there one who reads was somebody that he was Sir Lionel this, who does not recognise that Garrett, with a good looking person overflowing class of our population, and eight thousand a-year; he now whose members would conceive it an knew that he was nobody, unless he insult to be thought of sufficient rank went to Lady G.'s, and unless he to be respectable for what they are? bowed to Lady S. Disdaining all-who take it as an honour that they importance derived from himself, it are made by their acquaintance?— became absolutely necessary to his who renounce the ease of living for happiness, that all his importance themselves, for the trouble of living should be derived solely from his ac- for persons who care not a pin for quaintance with others. He cared their existence-who are wretched if not a straw that he was a man of they are not dictated to by others-fortune, of family, of consequence; he and who toil, groan, travail, through must be a man of ton; or he was an the whole course of life, in order to atom, a nonentity, a very worm, and forfeit their independence? no man. No lawyer at Gray's Inn, I arrived at Garrett Park just time no galley slave at the oar, ever worked enough to dress for dinner. As I so hard at his task as Sir Lionel was descending the stairs after having Garrett at hie. Ton, to a single man, is performed that ceremony, I heard my a thing attainable enough. Sir Lionel own name pronounced by a very soft, was just gaining the envied distinc-lisping voice-" Henry Pelham! dear, tion, when he saw, courted, and what a pretty name. married Lady Harriet Woodstock.

His new wife was of a modern and not very rich family, and striving like Sir Lionel for the notoriety of fashion; but of this struggle he was ignorant. He saw her admitted into


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"Rather elegant than handsome," was the unsatisfactory reply, couched in a slow, pompous accent, which I immediately recognised to belong to Lady Harriet Garrett.

"Can we make something of him?" | had never once been known to say a resumed the first voice.

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No, Lady Harriet," said I, advancing; "but permit me, through you, to assure Lady Nelthorpe that he can admire those who do."

"So you know me then ?" said the lisper: "I see we shall be excellent friends;" and, disengaging herself from Lady Harriet, she took my arm, and began discussing persons and things, poetry and china, French plays and music, till I found myself beside her at dinner, and most assiduously endeavouring to silence her by the superior engrossments of a béchamelle de poisson.

I took the opportunity of the pause, to survey the little circle of which Lady Harriet was the centre. In the first place, there was Mr. Davison, a great political economist, a short, dark, corpulent gentleman, with a quiet, serene, sleepy countenance; beside him was a quick, sharp little woman, all sparkle and bustle, glancing a small, grey, prying eye round the table, with a most restless activity: this, as Lady Nelthorpe afterwards informed me, was a Miss Trafford, an excellent person for a Christmas in the country, whom everybody was dying to have: she was an admirable mimic, an admirable actress, and an admirable reciter; made poetry and shoes, and told fortunes by the cards, which actually came true!

There was also Mr. Wormwood, the noli-me-tangere of literary lions-an author who sowed his conversation not with flowers but thorns. Nobody could accuse him of the flattery generally imputed to his species: through the course of a long and varied life, he

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civil thing. He was too much disliked not be sought after; whatever is once notorious, even for being disagreeable, is sure to be courted. Opposite to him sat the really clever, and affectedly pedantic Lord Vincent, one of those persons who have been "promising young men all their lives; who are found till four o'clock in the afternoon in a dressing-gown, with a quarto before them; who go down into the country for six weeks every session, to cram an impromptu reply; and who always have a work in the press which is never to be published.

Lady Nelthorpe herself I had frequently seen. She had some reputation for talent, was exceedingly affected, wrote poetry in albums, ridiculed her husband, (who was a fox hunter,) and had a particular taste for the fine arts.

There were four or five others of the unknown vulgar, younger brothers, who were good shots and bad matches; elderly ladies, who lived in Bakerstreet, and liked long whist; and young ones, who never took wine, and said Sir!"


I must, however, among this number, except the beautiful Lady Roseville, the most fascinating woman, perhaps, of the day. She was evidently the great person there, and, indeed, among all people who paid due deference to ton, was always sure to be so everywhere. I have never seen but one person more beautiful. Her eyes were of the deepest blue; her complexion of the most delicate carnation; her hair of the richest auburn : nor could even Mr. Wormwood detect the smallest fault in the rounded yet slender symmetry of her figure.

Although not above twenty-five, she was in that state in which alone a woman ceases to be a dependantwidowhood. Lord Roseville, who had been dead about two years, had not

survived their marriage many months; opportunity of whipping in a pun.

that period was, however, sufficiently long to allow him to appreciate her excellence, and to testify his sense of it the whole of his unentailed property, which was very large, he bequeathed to her.

"He slept there also the same night I did; and when I saw his unwieldy person waddling out of the door the next morning, I said to Temple, Well, that's the largest Grant I ever saw from the Crown.'"*

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Very good," said Wormwood, gravely. "I declare, Vincent, you are growing quite witty. You know Jekyl, of course? Poor fellow, what a really good punster he was-not agreeable though · particularly at

She was very fond of the society of literary persons, though without the pretence of belonging to their order. But her manners constituted her chief attraction: while they were utterly different from those of every one else, you could not, in the least dinner-no punsters are. Mr. Daviminutiæ, discover in what the differson, what is that dish next to you?" ence consisted: this is, in my opinion, Mr. Davison was a great gourmand: the real test of perfect breeding." Salmi de perdreaux aux truffes,” While you are enchanted with the replied the political economist. effect, it should possess so little prominency and peculiarity, that you should never be able to guess the



'Pray," said Lord Vincent to Mr. Wormwood, "have you been to Pthis year?"

66 No," was the answer.

"I have," said Miss Trafford, who never lost an opportunity of slipping in a word.

"Well, and did they make you sleep, as usual, at the Crown, with the same eternal excuse, after having brought you fifty miles from town, of small house--no beds-all engaged-inn close by? Ah, never shall I forget that inn, with its royal name, and its hard beds

"Truffles!" said Wormwood, "have you been eating any?"

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"Yes," said Davison, with unusual energy, "and they are the best I have tasted for a long time."


Very likely," said Wormwood, with a dejected air. "I am particularly fond of them, but I dare not touch one-truffles are so very apoplectic-you, I make no doubt, may eat them in safety."

Wormwood was a tall, meagre man, with a neck a yard long. Davison was, as I have said, short and fat, and made without any apparent neck at all-only head and shoulders, like a cod fish.

Poor Mr. Davison turned perfectly white; he fidgeted about in his chair; Uneasy sleeps a head beneath the and aversion at the fatal dish he had cast a look of the most deadly fear


"Ha, ha! Excellent!" cried Miss Trafford, who was always the first in at the death of a pun. "Yes, indeed they did poor old Lord Belton, with his rheumatism; and that immense General Grant, with his asthma; together with three single men,' and myself, were safely conveyed to that asylum for the destitute."

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been so attentive to before; and, muttering "apoplectic!" closed his lips, and did not open them again all dinner-time.

Mr. Wormwood's object was effected. Two people were silenced and uncomfortable, and a sort of mist hung over the spirits of the whole party. The dinner went on and off, like all other

"Ah! Grant, Grant!" said Lord Vincent, eagerly, who saw another Vincent purloined this pun.

*It was from Mr. J. Smith that Lord

dinners; the ladies retired, and the cent and I went next, "lest (as my men drank, and talked politics. companion characteristically observed) Mr. Davison left the room first, in that d-d Wormwood should, if order to look out the word "truffle," we stayed a moment longer, 'send us in the Encyclopædia; and Lord Vin-weeping to our beds.'"


Oh! la belle chose que la Poste! *-Lettres de Sévigné.
Ay-but who is it ?-As you like it.

I HAD mentioned to my mother my intended visit to Garrett Park, and the second day after my arrival there came the following letter:


"I was very glad to hear you were rather better than you had been. I trust you will take great care of yourself. I think flannel waistcoats might be advisable; and, by-the-by, they are very good for the complexion. Apropos of the complexion: I did not like that blue coat you wore when I last saw you you look best in blackwhich is a great compliment, for people must be very distinguished in appearance, in order to do so.


l'art culinaire as you can: it is an
accomplishment absolutely necessary.
You may also pick up a little acquaint-
ance with metaphysics, if you have
any opportunity; that sort of thing
is a good deal talked about just at

Gain as much knowledge de

"I hear Lady Roseville is at Garrett Park. You must be particularly attentive to her; you will probably now have an opportunity de faire votre cour that may never again happen. In London, she is so much surrounded by all, that she is quite inaccessible to one; besides, there you will have so many rivals. Without flattery to you, I take it for granted, that you are the best looking and most agreeable person at Garrett Park, and it will, therefore, be a most unpardonable fault if you do not make Lady Roseville of the same opinion. Nothing, my dear son, is like a liaison (quite innocent of course) with a woman of celebrity in the world. In marriage

a man lowers a woman to his own

'You know, my dear, that those Garretts are in themselves anything but unexceptionable; you will, therefore, take care not to be too intimate; it is, however, a very good house : most whom you meet there are worth knowing, for one thing or the other. Remember, Henry, that the acquaintance (not the friends) of second or rank; in an affaire de cœur he raises third-rate people are always sure to himself to her's. I need not, I am be good: they are not independent sure, after what I have said, press enough to receive whom they like-this point any further. their whole rank is in their guests: you may be also sure that the ménage will, in outward appearance at least, be quite comme il faut, and for the same

*Oh! what a beautiful thing is the Post-office.

"Write to me and inform me of

all your proceedings. If you mention the people who are at Garrett Park, I can tell you the proper line of conduct to pursue with each.

"I am sure that I need not add that I have nothing but your real

good at heart, and that I am your a very short man, then, wrapped up very affectionate mother,


"P.S. Never talk much to young men-remember that it is the women who make a reputation in society."

66 'Well," said I, when I had read this letter, "my mother is very right, and so now for Lady Roseville."

I went down stairs to breakfast. Miss Trafford and Lady Nelthorpe were in the room, talking with great interest, and, on Miss Trafford's part, with still greater vehemence.

"So handsome," said Lady Nelthorpe, as I approached.


"Are you talking of me?" said I. Oh, you vanity of vanities!" was the answer. "No, we were speaking of a very romantic adventure which has happened to Miss Trafford and myself, and disputing about the hero of it. Miss Trafford declares he is frightful; I say that he is beautiful. Now, you know, Mr. Pelham, as to you

"There can be but one opinion;but the adventure?"

"Is this!" cried Miss Trafford, in great fright, lest Lady Nelthorpe should, by speaking first, have the pleasure of the narration." We were walking, two or three days ago, by the sea-side, picking up shells and talking about the Corsair,' when a large fierce


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in a cloak

"In a great-coat," drawled Lady Nelthorpe. Miss Trafford went on without noticing the emendation,— "had not, with incredible rapidity, sprung down the rock and

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"Called him off," said Lady Nelthorpe.

"Yes, called him off," pursued Miss Trafford, looking round for the necessary symptoms of our wonder at this very extraordinary incident.

"What is the most remarkable," said Lady Nelthorpe, "is, that though he seemed from his dress and appearance to be really a gentleman, he never stayed to ask if we were alarmed or hurt scarcely even looked at


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("I don't wonder at that!" said Mr. Wormwood, who, with Lord Vincent, had just entered the room;)

"-and vanished among the rocks as suddenly as he appeared."

"Oh, you've seen that fellow, have you?" said Lord Vincent: "so have I, and a devilish queer-looking person he is,

The balls of his broad eyes roll'd in his head,

He looked a lion with a gloomy stare,
And o'er his eyebrows hung his matted hair.

And glar'd betwixt a yellow and a red;

Well remembered, and better applied -eh, Mr. Pelham ?"


Really," said I, "I am not able to judge of the application, since I have not seen the hero."

"Oh! it's admirable," said Miss Trafford, "just the description I should have given of him in prose. But pray, where, when, and how did you see him?"

"Your question is religiously mysterious, tria juncta in uno," replied Vincent; "but I will answer it with the simplicity of a Quaker. The other evening I was coming home from one of Sir Lionel's preserves,

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