The next sor as galliant a
cavyleer as hever rode in a cabb, skowering the road to Healing.
"I arrived at the well-known cottitch. My huncle was habsent with the
cart; but the dor of the humble eboad stood hopen, and I passed through
the little garding where the close was hanging out to dry. My snowy
ploom was ableeged to bend under the lowly porch, as I hentered the
apartmint.
"There was a smell of tea there--there's always a smell of tea
there--the old lady was at her Bohee as usual. I advanced tords her; but
ha! phansy my extonishment when I sor Mary Hann!
"I halmost faintid with himotion. 'Ho, Jeames!' (she has said to me
subsquintly) 'mortial mann never looked so bewtifle as you did when you
arrived on the day of the Levy. You were no longer mortial, you were
diwine!'
"R! what little Justas the hartist has done to my mannly etractions in
the groce carriketure he's made of me."*
* This refers to an illustrated edition of the work.
*****
"Nothing, perhaps, ever created so great a sensashun as my hentrance to
St. Jeames's, on the day of the Levy. The Tuckish Hambasdor himself was
not so much remarked as my shuperb turn out.
"As a Millentary man, and a North Diddlesex Huzza, I was resolved
to come to the ground on HOSSBACK. I had Desparation phigd out as a
charger, and got 4 Melentery dresses from Ollywell Street, in which
I drest my 2 men (Fitzwarren, hout of livry, woodnt stand it,) and
2 fellers from Rimles, where my hosses stand at livry.
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