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 fortunes--yours 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 ours--a 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.