As to the company, there was just everybody in London (except that little million and a half that you wot of,)--the Chancellor, and the First Lord of the Admiralty, and Sydney Smith, and Lord Mansfield, and all the Barings and the Fitzclarences, and a hideous Russian spy, whose face I see everywhere, with a star on his coat.

During the interval between the delights of "I tuoi frequenti," and the ecstasies of "Se tu m'ami," I contrived to squeeze up to Lord Lansdowne.

I was shaking hands with Sir James Macdonald, when I heard a command behind us: "Sir James, introduce me to Mr.Macaulay;" and we turned, and there sate a large bold-looking woman, with the remains of a fine person, and the air of Queen Elizabeth.

"Macaulay," said Sir James, "let me present you to Lady Holland." Then was her ladyship gracious beyond description, and asked me to dine and take a bed at Holland House next Tuesday.

I accepted the dinner, but declined the bed, and I have since repented that I so declined it.