So I must finish my letter and fall to business.
Ever yours T.B.M.
To Hannah M.Macaulay.
London June 1, 1831.
My dear Sister,--My last letter was a dull one.

I mean this to be very amusing.

My last was about Basinghall Street, attorneys, and bankrupts.
But for this,--take it dramatically in the German style.
Fine morning.

Scene, the great entrance of Holland House.
Enter MACAULAY and Two FOOTMEN in livery.
First Footman .-- Sir, may I venture to demand your name?
Macaulay .-- Macaulay, and thereto I add M.P.
And that addition, even in these proud halls, May well ensure the bearer some respect.
Second Footman .-- And art thou come to breakfast with our Lord?
Macaulay .-- I am for so his hospitable will, And hers--the peerless dame ye serve--hath bade.
First Footman .-- Ascend the stair, and thou above shalt find, On snow-white linen spread, the luscious meal.
(Exit MACAULAY up stairs.) In plain English prose, I went this morning to breakfast at Holland House.

The day was fine, and I arrived at twenty minutes after ten.
After I had lounged a short time in the dining-room, I heard a gruff good-natured voice asking, "Where is Mr.Macaulay?
Where have you put him ?" and in his arm-chair Lord Holland was wheeled in.