Tuesday.—­Reseaved the folloing letter from Lord B——­, rellatiff to my presntation at Cort and the Youniform I shall wear on that hospicious seramony:—­

“’My dear de la Pluche,—­I think you had better be presented as a Deputy Lieutenant.  As for the Diddlesex Yeomanry, I hardly know what the uniform is now.  The last time we were out was in 1803, when the Prince of Wales reviewed us, and when we wore French gray jackets, leathers, red morocco boots, crimson pelisses, brass helmets with leopard-skin and a white plume, and the regulation pig-tail of eighteen inches.  That dress will hardly answer at present, and must be modified, of coarse.  We were called the White Feathers, in those days.  For my part, I decidedly recommend the Deputy Lieutenant.

“’I shall be happy to present you at the Levee and at the Drawing-room.  Lady Bareacres will be in town for the 13th, with Angelina, who will be presented on that day.  My wife has heard much of you, and is anxious to make your acquaintance.

“’All my people are backward with their rents:  for heaven’s sake, my dear fellow, lend me five hundred and oblige

“’Yours, very gratefully,

“‘Bareacres.’

“Note.—­Bareacres may press me about the Depity Leftnant; but I’m for the cavvlery.”

“Jewly will always be a sacrid anniwussary with me.  It was in that month that I became persnally ecquaintid with my Prins and my gracious Sovarink.

“Long before the hospitious event acurd, you may imadgin that my busm was in no triffling flutter.  Sleaplis of nights, I past them thinking of the great ewent—­or if igsosted natur did clothes my highlids—­the eyedear of my waking thoughts pevaded my slummers.  Corts, Erls, presntations, Goldstix, gracious Sovarinx mengling in my dreembs unceasnly.  I blush to say it (for humin prisumpshn never surely igseeded that of my wicked wickid vishn), one night I actially dremt that Her R. H. the Princess Hallis was grown up, and that there was a Cabinit Counsel to detummin whether her & was to be bestoad on me or the Prins of Sax-Muffinhausen-Pumpenstein, a young Prooshn or Germing zion of nobillaty.  I ask umly parding for this hordacious ideer.

“I said, in my fommer remarx, that I had detummined to be presented to the notus of my reveared Sovaring in a melintary coschewm.  The Court-shoots in which Sivillians attend a Levy are so uncomming like the—­the—­livries (ojous wud!  I 8 to put it down) I used to wear before entering sosiaty, that I couldn’t abide the notium of wearing one.  My detummination was fumly fixt to apeer as a Yominry Cavilry Hoffiser, in the galleant youniform of the North Diddlesex Huzzas.

“Has that redgmint had not been out sins 1803, I thought myself quite hotherized to make such halterations in the youniform as shuited the presnt time and my metured and elygint taste.  Pig-tales was out of the question.  Tites I was detummind to mintain.  My legg is praps the finist pint about me, and I was risolved not to hide it under a booshle.