Poor, antique little soul! but I will say nothing more about it,-- "'For who would be satirical Upon a thing so very small' as the soul of the Baron de ------ ?" Finding Lord Vincent so disposed to the biting mood, I immediately directed his rabies towards Mr.Aberton, for whom I had a most inexpressible contempt.
"Aberton," said Vincent, in answer to my question, if he knew that aimable attache--"Yes! a sort of man who, speaking of the English embassy, says we--who sticks his best cards on his chimney-piece, and writes himself billets-doux from duchesses.

A duodecimo of 'precious conceits,' bound in calf-skin--I know the man well; does he not dress decently, Pelham ?" "His clothes are well made," said I; "but no man can dress well with those hands and feet!" "Ah!" said Vincent, "I should think he went to the best tailor, and said, 'give me a collar like Lord So and So's'; one who would not dare to have a new waistcoat till it had been authoritatively patronized, and who took his fashions, like his follies, from the best proficients.

Such fellows are always too ashamed of themselves not to be proud of their clothes--like the Chinese mariners, they burn incense before the needle!" "And Mr.Howard de Howard," said I, laughing, "what do you think of him ?" "What! the thin secretary ?" cried Vincent.
"He is the mathematical definition of a straight line--length without breadth.

His inseparable friend, Mr.Aberton, was running up the Rue St.
Honore yesterday in order to catch him." "Running!" cried I, "just like common people--when were you or I ever seen running ?" "True," continued Vincent; "but when I saw him chasing that meagre apparition, I said to Bennington, 'I have found out the real Peter Schlemil!' 'Who ?'( asked his grave lordship, with serious naivete) 'Mr.
Aberton,'said I; 'don't you see him running after his shadow ?' But the pride of the lean thing is so amusing! He is fifteenth cousin to the duke, and so his favourite exordium is, 'Whenever I succeed to the titles of my ancestors.'It was but the other day, that he heard two or three silly young men discussing church and state, and they began by talking irreligion--( Mr.Howard de Howard is too unsubstantial not to be spiritually inclined)--however he only fidgeted in his chair.

They then proceeded to be exceedingly disloyal.