Wishing to commend myself to his recollection, I endeavored for some time to catch his eye, but in vain; but at last when I thought I had succeeded, I called to him,-- "I say, Fred, a glass of wine with you." When suddenly the Duke of York, who was speaking to Lord Hertford, turned quickly round, and taking the decanter in his hand, replied,-- "With pleasure, O'Malley.

What shall it be, my boy ?" I shall never forget the manly good-humor of his look as he sat waiting for my answer.

He had taken my speech as addressed to himself, and concluding that from fatigue, the novelty of the scene, my youth, etc., I was not over collected, vouchsafed in this kind way to receive it.
"So," said he, as I stammered out my explanation, "I was deceived.

However, don't cheat me out of my glass of wine.

Let us have it now." With this little anecdote, whose truth I vouch for, I shall conclude.