I rode up St.
Jeames's Street, with my 4 Hadycongs--the people huzzaying--the gals
waving their hankerchers, as if I were a Foring Prins--hall the winders
crowdid to see me pass.
"The guard must have taken me for a Hempror at least, when I came, for
the drums beat, and the guard turned out and seluted me with presented
harms.
"What a momink of triumth it was! I sprung myjestickly from Desperation.
I gav the rains to one of my horderlies, and, salewting the crowd, I
past into the presnts of my Most Gracious Mrs.
"You, peraps, may igspect that I should narrait at lenth the
suckmstanzas of my hawjince with the British Crown. But I am not one
who would gratafy IMPUTTNINT CURAIOSATY. Rispect for our reckonized
instatewtions is my fust quallaty. I, for one, will dye rallying round
my Thrown.
"Suffise it to say, when I stood in the Horgust Presnts,--when I sor on
the right & of my Himperial Sovring that Most Gracious Prins, to admire
womb has been the chief Objick of my life, my busum was seased with an
imotium which my Penn rifewses to dixcribe--my trembling knees halmost
rifused their hoffis--I reckleck nothing mor until I was found phainting
in the harms of the Lord Chamberling. Sir Robert Peal apnd to be
standing by (I knew our wuthy Primmier by Punch's picturs of him,
igspecially his ligs), and he was conwussing with a man of womb I shall
say nothink, but that he is a hero of 100 fites, AND HEVERY FITE HE FIT
HE ONE.
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