“Mary Hann didn’t hanser my speech (which I think was remarkable kind), but looked at me in the face quite wild like, and bust into somethink betwigst a laugh & a cry, and fell down with her ed on the kitching dresser, where she lay until her young Missis rang the dressing-room bell.  Would you bleave it?  She left the thimbil & things, & my check for 20lb. 10s., on the tabil when she went to hanser the bell.  And now I heard her sobbing and vimpering in her own room nex but one to mine, vith the dore open, peraps expecting I should come in and say good-by.  But, as soon as I was dressed, I cut down stairs, hony desiring Frederick my fellow-servnt, to fetch me a cabb, and requesting permission to take leaf of my lady & the famly before my departure.”

*****

“How Miss Hemly did hogle me to be sure!  Her ladyship told me what a sweet gal she was—­hamiable, fond of poetry, plays the gitter.  Then she hasked me if I liked blond bewties and haubin hair.  Haubin, indeed!  I don’t like carrits! as it must be confest Miss Hemly’s his—­and has for a blond buty, she has pink I’s like a Halbino, and her face looks as if it were dipt in a brann mash.  How she squeeged my & as she went away!

“Mary Hann now has haubin air, and a cumplexion like roses and hivory, and I’s as blew as Evin.

“I gev Frederick two and six for fetchin the cabb—­been resolved to hact the gentleman in hall things.  How he stared!”

“25th.—­I am now director of forty-seven hadvantageous lines, and have past hall day in the Citty.  Although I’ve hate or nine new soots of close, and Mr. Cullin fits me heligant, yet I fansy they hall reckonise me.  Conshns whispers to me, ’Jeams, you’r hony a footman in disguise hafter all.’”

“28th.—­Been to the Hopra.  Music tol lol.  That Lablash is a wopper at singing.  I coodn make out why some people called out ‘Bravo,’ some ‘Bravar,’ and some ‘Bravee.’  ‘Bravee, Lablash,’ says I, at which heverybody laft.

“I’m in my new stall.  I’ve had new cushings put in, and my harms in goold on the back.  I’m dressed hall in black, excep a gold waistcoat and dimind studds in the embriderd busom of my shameese.  I wear a Camallia Jiponiky in my button-ole, and have a double-barreld opera-glas, so big, that I make Timmins, my secnd man, bring it in the other cabb.

“What an igstronry exabishn that Pawdy Carter is!  If those four gals are faries, Tellioni is sutnly the fairy Queend.  She can do all that they can do, and somethink they can’t.  There’s an indiscrible grace about her, and Carlotty, my sweet Carlotty, she sets my art in flams.

“Ow that Miss Hemly was noddin and winkin at me out of their box on the fourth tear?

“What linx i’s she must av.  As if I could mount up there!

“P.S.—­Talking of mounting hup! the St. Helena’s walked up 4 per cent this very day.”