Hall, Diddlesex, the seat of I de la P., Esquire.  The house is reprasented a handsome Itallian Structer, imbusmd in woods, and circumwented by beautiful gardings.  Theres a lake in front with boatsful of nobillaty and musitions floting on its placid sufface—­and a curricle is a driving up to the grand hentrance, and me in it, with Mrs., or perhaps Lady Hangelana de la Pluche.  I speak adwisedly.  I may be going to form a noble kinexion.  I may be (by marridge) going to unight my family once more with Harrystoxy, from which misfortn has for some sentries separated us.  I have dreams of that sort.

“I’ve sean sevral times in a dalitifle vishn a serting Erl, standing in a hattitude of bennydiction, and rattafying my union with a serting butifle young lady, his daughter.  Phansy Mr. or Sir Jeames and lady Hangelina de la Pluche!  Ho! what will the old washywoman, my grandmother, say?  She may sell her mangle then, and shall too by my honor as a Gent.”

“As for Squallop Hill, its not to be emadgind that I was going to give 5000 lb. for a bleak mounting like that, unless I had some ideer in vew.  Ham I not a Director of the Grand Diddlesex?  Don’t Squallop lie amediately betwigst Old Bone House, Single Gloster, and Scrag End, through which cities our line passes?  I will have 400,000 lb. for that mounting, or my name is not Jeames.  I have arranged a little barging too for my friend the Erl.  The line will pass through a hangle of Bareacre Park.  He shall have a good compensation I promis you; and then I shall get back the 3000 I lent him.  His banker’s acount, I fear, is in a horrid state.”

[The Diary now for several days contains particulars of no interest to the public:—­Memoranda of City dinners—­meetings of Directors—­fashionable parties in which Mr. Jeames figures, and nearly always by the side of his new friend, Lord Bareacres, whose “pompossaty,” as previously described, seems to have almost entirely subsided.]

We then come to the following:—­

“With a prowd and thankfle Art, I copy off this morning’s Gayzett the following news:—­

“’Commission signed by the Lord Lieutenant of the County of Diddlesex.

“‘James Augustus de la Pluche, Esquire, to be Deputy Lieutenant.’”

“’North Diddlesex Regiment of Yeomanry Cavalry.

“’James Augustus de la Pluche, Esquire, to be Captain, vice Blowhard, promoted."’

“And his it so?  Ham I indeed a landed propriator—­a Deppaty Leftnant—­a Capting?  May I hatend the Cort of my Sovring? and dror a sayber in my country’s defens?  I wish the French wood land, and me at the head of my squadring on my hoss Desparation.  How I’d extonish ’em!  How the gals will stare when they see me in youniform!  How Mary Hann would—­but nonsince!  I’m halways thinking of that pore gal.  She’s left Sir John’s.  She couldn’t abear to stay after I went, I’ve heerd say.  I hope she’s got a good place.  Any sumn of money that would sett her up in bisniss, or make her comfarable, I’d come down with like a mann.  I told my granmother so, who sees her, and rode down to Healing on porpose on Desparation to leave a five lb. noat in an anvylope.  But she’s sent it back, sealed with a thimbill.”