which the Chancellor performed his noviciate.  The Archbishop of Canterbury came early, and was very kindly received:  he was followed by the Archbishop of York, and several other bishops, whose attendance gave proof that, differ as they might from Lord Brougham, they surely did not consider him an enemy to the Church * * *.  The most remarkable visiter of that evening was the Duke of Wellington;—­the crowd was astonished, and I dare say the Chancellor himself was surprised, when his name was sent up—­I doubt if they had ever met in the same room before.  Their political lives, with the exception of the Catholic Question, were one unvarying course of opposition, if not enmity.  I suspect that for a time the Duke despised the talk of the lawyer; and, on the other hand, Brougham had often declared, that the respect which he entertained for military glory was not very lofty.  Some of his bitterest tirades were levelled at the Duke personally.  No one will deny that it was high-minded in the Duke to lay aside resentment of every sort, and offer this mark of respect as well to the man as the office.  The Chancellor was flattered by the attention, and shook the Duke by the hand very cordially * * *.  Not the least remarkable personage in the room was the Lord Advocate of Scotland.  Brougham and he are very old friends, and have been much engaged in the same species of literature.  Brougham was his predecessor in the editorship of the Edinburgh Review—­a fact which is not generally known, but which is certain.  Brougham was not the first editor, having filled that office for a short time after Sidney Smith withdrew from the situation.  Jeffrey appeared extremely petit in his court-dress, and did not seem very much at home:  he was acquainted with but few of his fellow visiters, and had too much good taste to occupy much of the Chancellor’s attention:  they did not seem to hold any conversation beyond the usual common-place inquiries * * *.  After I had paid my respects to the Chancellor, there came tripping up the Marquess of Bristol, with a springy step, which he must surely have acquired at the old court of France; for I am sure that no such movement could be attained on English ground.  The elasticity of this noble lord was such, that when once put in motion, he continued to spring up and down in the manner of the Chinese figures, which are hawked by the Italian toy-venders.  Had I been told that the head of the house of Newry was a dancing-master, who had not yet learned the present modes, I should certainly have believed the story without scruple, if I had met him anywhere else.  He had no sooner left the Chancellor, than he was laid hold of by a fidgetty solicitor, who was the only member of his class in the room, and who, I understand, is a sort of favourite of the Chancellor.  The obsequious grin, and the affected ease of this worthy, do not convey any very favourable impression on his behalf.  He was solicitor for the Queen, and in this capacity formed an intimacy