DOCTOR IGNATIUS LOYOLA!" says the groom of the chambers, who pretends
to be a scholar; and in the little genlmn went. When safely housed,
the other chap came; and when I asked him his name, said, in a thick,
gobbling kind of voice:

"Sawedwadgeorgeearllittnbulwig."

"Sir what?" says I, quite agast at the name.

"Sawedwad--no, I mean MISTAWedwad Lyttn Bulwig."

My neas trembled under me, my i's fild with tiers, my voice shook, as
I past up the venrabble name to the other footman, and saw this fust of
English writers go up to the drawing-room!

It's needless to mention the names of the rest of the compny, or to
dixcribe the suckmstansies of the dinner. Suffiz to say that the two
littery genlmn behaved very well, and seamed to have good appytights;
igspecially the little Irishman in the whig, who et, drunk, and talked
as much as a duzn. He told how he'd been presented at cort by his
friend, Mr. Bulwig, and how the Quean had received 'em both, with a
dignity undigscribable; and how her blessid Majisty asked what was the
bony fidy sale of the Cabinit Cyclopaedy, and how be (Doctor Larner)
told her that, on his honner, it was under ten thowsnd.

You may guess that the Doctor, when he made this speach, was pretty far
gone. The fact is, that whether it was the coronation, or the goodness
of the wine (cappitle it is in our house, I can tell you), or the natral
propensaties of the gests assembled, which made them so igspecially
jolly, I don't know; but they had kep up the meating pretty late, and
our poar butler was quite tired with the perpechual baskits of clarrit
which he'd been called upon to bring up. So that about 11 o'clock, if I
were to say they were merry, I should use a mild term; if I wer to say
they were intawsicated, I should use a nigspresshn more near to the
truth, but less rispeckful in one of my situashn.

The cumpany reseaved this annountsmint with mute extonishment.

"Pray, Doctor Larnder," says a spiteful genlmn, willing to keep up the
littery conversation, "what is the Cabinet Cyclopaedia?"

"It's the littherary wontherr of the wurrld," says he; "and sure your
lordship must have seen it; the latther numbers ispicially--cheap as
durrt, bound in gleezed calico, six shillings a vollum. The illusthrious
neems of Walther Scott, Thomas Moore, Docther Southey, Sir James
Mackintosh, Docther Donovan, and meself, are to be found in the list of
conthributors. It's the Phaynix of Cyclopajies--a litherary Bacon."