“I arrived at the well-known cottitch.  My huncle was habsent with the cart; but the dor of the humble eboad stood hopen, and I passed through the little garding where the close was hanging out to dry.  My snowy ploom was ableeged to bend under the lowly porch, as I hentered the apartmint.

“There was a smell of tea there—­there’s always a smell of tea there—­the old lady was at her Bohee as usual.  I advanced tords her; but ha! phansy my extonishment when I sor Mary Hann!

“I halmost faintid with himotion.  ‘Ho, Jeames!’ (she has said to me subsquintly) ’mortial mann never looked so bewtifle as you did when you arrived on the day of the Levy.  You were no longer mortial, you were diwine!’

“R! what little Justas the hartist has done to my mannly etractions in the groce carriketure he’s made of me."*

     * This refers to an illustrated edition of the work.

*****

“Nothing, perhaps, ever created so great a sensashun as my hentrance to St. Jeames’s, on the day of the Levy.  The Tuckish Hambasdor himself was not so much remarked as my shuperb turn out.

“As a Millentary man, and a North Diddlesex Huzza, I was resolved to come to the ground on hossback.  I had Desparation phigd out as a charger, and got 4 Melentery dresses from Ollywell Street, in which I drest my 2 men (Fitzwarren, hout of livry, woodnt stand it,) and 2 fellers from Rimles, where my hosses stand at livry.  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.  Nead I say that I elude to Harthur of Wellingting?  I introjuiced myself to these Jents, and intend to improve the equaintance, and peraps ast Guvmint for a Barnetcy.