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To make this detummination； to horder my Broom； to knock down
Frederick the groomb for delaying to bring it； was with me the wuck
of a momint。 The next sor as galliant a cavyleer as hever rode in
a cabb； skowering the road to Healing。
〃I arrived at the well…known cottitch。 My huncle was habsent with
the cart； but the dor of the humble eboad stood hopen； and I passed
through the little garding where the close was hanging out to dry。
My snowy ploom was ableeged to bend under the lowly porch； as I
hentered the apartmint。
〃There was a smell of tea therethere's always a smell of tea
therethe old lady was at her Bohee as usual。 I advanced tords
her； but ha！ phansy my extonishment when I sor Mary Hann！
〃I halmost faintid with himotion。 'Ho； Jeames！' （she has said to
me subsquintly） 'mortial mann never looked so bewtifle as you did
when you arrived on the day of the Levy。 You were no longer
mortial； you were diwine！'
〃R！ what little Justas the hartist has done to my mannly etractions
in the groce carriketure he's made of me。〃*
* This refers to an illustrated edition of the work。
。 。 。 。 。 。
〃Nothing； perhaps； ever created so great a sensashun as my
hentrance to St。 Jeames's； on the day of the Levy。 The Tuckish
Hambasdor himself was not so much remarked as my shuperb turn out。
〃As a Millentary man； and a North Diddlesex Huzza； I was resolved
to come to the ground on HOSSBACK。 I had Desparation phigd out as
a charger； and got 4 Melentery dresses from Ollywell Street； in
which I drest my 2 men （Fitzwarren； hout of livry； woodnt stand
it；） and 2 fellers from Rimles； where my hosses stand at livry。 I
rode up St。 Jeames's Street； with my 4 Hadycongsthe people
huzzayingthe gals waving their hankerchers； as if I were a Foring
Prinshall the winders crowdid to see me pass。
〃The guard must have taken me for a Hempror at least； when I came；
for the drums beat； and the guard turned out and seluted me with
presented harms。
〃What a momink of triumth it was！ I sprung myjestickly from
Desperation。 I gav the rains to one of my horderlies； and；
salewting the crowd； I past into the presnts of my Most Gracious
Mrs。
〃You； peraps； may igspect that I should narrait at lenth the
suckmstanzas of my hawjince with the British Crown。 But I am not
one who would gratafy IMPUTTNINT CURAIOSATY。 Rispect for our
reckonized instatewtions is my fust quallaty。 I； for one； will dye
rallying round my Thrown。
〃Suffise it to say； when I stood in the Horgust Presnts；when I
sor on the right & of my Himperial Sovring that Most Gracious
Prins； to admire womb has been the chief Objick of my life； my
busum was seased with an imotium which my Penn rifewses to
dixcribemy trembling knees halmost rifused their hoffisI
reckleck nothing mor until I was found phainting in the harms of
the Lord Chamberling。 Sir Robert Peal apnd to be standing by （I
knew our wuthy Primmier by Punch's picturs of him； igspecially his
ligs）； and he was conwussing with a man of womb I shall say
nothink； but that he is a hero of 100 fites； AND HEVERY FITE HE FIT
HE ONE。 Nead I say that I elude to Harthur of Wellingting？ I
introjuiced myself to these Jents； and intend to improve the
equaintance； and peraps ast Guvmint for a Barnetcy。
〃But there was ANOTHER pusn womb on this droring…room I fust had
the inagspressable dalite to beold。 This was that Star of fashing；
that Sinecure of neighboring i's； as Milting observes； the
ecomplisht Lady Hangelina Thistlewood； daughter of my exlent frend；
John George Godfrey de Bullion Thistlewood； Earl of Bareacres；
Baron Southdown； in the Peeridge of the United Kingdom； Baron
Haggismore； in Scotland； K。T。； Lord Leftnant of the County of
Diddlesex； &c。 &c。 This young lady was with her Noble Ma； when I
was kinducted tords her。 And surely never lighted on this hearth a
more delightfle vishn。 In that gallixy of Bewty the Lady Hangelina
was the fairest Starin that reath of Loveliness the sweetest
Rosebud！ Pore Mary Hann； my Art's young affeckshns had been
senterd on thee； but like water through a sivv； her immidge
disappeared in a momink； and left me intransd in the presnts of
Hangelina。
〃Lady Bareacres made me a myjestick bowa grand and hawfle pusnage
her Ladyship is； with a Roming Nose； and an enawmus ploom of
Hostridge phethers； the fare Hangelina smiled with a sweetness
perfickly bewhildring； and said； 'O； Mr。 De la Pluche； I'm so
delighted to make your acquaintance。 I have often heard of you。'
〃'Who；' says I； 'has mentioned my insiggnificknt igsistance to the
fair Lady Hangelina？ kel bonure igstrame poor mwaw！' （For you see
I've not studdied 'Pelham' for nothink； and have lunt a few French
phraces； without which no Gent of fashn speaks now。）
〃'O；' replies my lady； 'it was Papa first； and then a very； VERY
old friend of yours。'
〃'Whose name is；' says I； pusht on by my stoopid curawsaty
〃'HogginsMary Ann Hoggins'ansurred my lady （laffing phit to
splitt her little sides）。 'She is my maid； Mr。 De la Pluche； and
I'm afraid you are a very sad； sad person。'
〃'A mere baggytell；' says I。 'In fommer days I WAS equainted with
that young woman； but haltered suckmstancies have sepparated us for
hever； and mong cure is irratreevably perdew elsewhere。'
〃'Do tell me all about it。 Who is it？ When was it？ We are all
dying to know。〃
〃'Since about two minnits； and the Ladys name begins with a HA；'
says I； looking her tendarly in the face； and conjring up hall the
fassanations of my smile。
〃'Mr。 De la Pluche；' here said a gentleman in whiskers and
mistashes standing by； 'hadn't you better take your spurs out of
the Countess of Bareacres' train？''Never mind Mamma's train'
（said Lady Hangelina）： 'this is the great Mr。 De la Pluche； who is
to make all our fortunesyours too。 Mr。 de la Pluche； let me
present you to Captain George Silvertop；'The Capting bent just
one jint of his back very slitely； I retund his stare with equill
hottiness。 'Go and see for Lady Bareacres' carridge； George；' says
his Lordship； and vispers to me； 'a cousin of oursa poor
relation。' So I took no notis of the feller when he came back； nor
in my subsquint visits to Hill Street； where it seems a knife and
fork was laid reglar for this shabby Capting。〃
〃Thusday Night。O Hangelina； Hangelina； my pashn for you hogments
daily！ I've bean with her two the Hopra。 I sent her a bewtifle
Camellia Jyponiky from Covn Garding； with a request she would wear
it in her raving Air。 I woar another in my butnole。 Evns； what
was my sattusfackshn as I leant hover her chair； and igsammined the
house with my glas！
〃She was as sulky and silent as pawsble； howeverwould scarcely
speek； although I kijoled her with a thowsnd little plesntries。 I
spose it was because that wulgar raskle Silvertop WOOD stay in the
box。 As if he didn't know （Lady B。's as deaf as a poast and counts
for nothink） that people SOMETIMES like a tatytaty。〃
〃Friday。I was sleeples all night。 I gave went to my feelings in
the folloring linesthere's a hair out of Balfe's Hopera that
she's fond of。 I edapted them to that mellady。
〃She was in the droring…room alone with Lady B。 She was wobbling
at the pyanna as I hentered。 I flung the convasation upon mewsick；
said I sung myself （I've ad lesns lately of Signor Twankydillo）；
and； on her rekwesting me to faver her with somethink； I bust out
with my pom：
〃'WHEN MOONLIKE OER THE HAZURE SEAS。
〃'When moonlike ore the hazure seas
In soft effulgence swells；
When silver jews and balmy breaze
Bend down the Lily's bells；
When calm and deap； the rosy sleap
Has lapt your soal in dreems；
R Hangeline！ R lady mine！
Dost thou remember Jeames？
〃'I mark thee in the Marble All；
Where Englands loveliest shine
I say the fairest of them hall
Is Lady Hangeline。
My soul； in desolate eclipse；
With recollection teems
And then I hask； with weeping lips
Dost thou remember Jeames？
〃'Away！ I may not tell thee hall
This soughring heart endures
There is a lonely sperrit…call
That Sorrow never cures；
There is a little； little Star；
That still above me beams；
It is the Star of Hopebut ar！
Dost thou remember Jeames？'
〃When I came to the last words； 'Dost thou remember Je…e…e…ams？' I
threw such an igspresshn of unuttrable tenderniss into the shake at
the hend； that Hangelina could bare it no more。 A bust of
uncumtrollable emotium seized her。 She put her ankercher to her
face and left the room。 I heard her laffing and sobbing histerickly
in the bedwor。
〃O HangelinaMy adord one； My Arts joy！〃 。 。 。
〃BAREACRES； me；