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；