by Dick Steele and hated by the Dean. With them is my Lord of
London, the learned Doctor Sherlock. My lords of the lawn sleeves have
lost half their honours now. I remember when I was a boy in my mother's
hand, she made me go down on my knees to the Bishop of Rochester; him
who went over the water, and became Minister to somebody who shall be
nameless--Perkin's Bishop. That handsome fair man is Admiral Smith. He
was president of poor Byng's court-martial, and strove in vain to get
him off his penalty; Tom of Ten Thousand they call him in the fleet. The
French Ambassador had him broke, when he was a lieutenant, for making a
French man-of-war lower topsails to him, and the King made Tom a
captain the next day. That tall, haughty-looking man is my Lord George
Sackville, who, now I am a Major-General myself, will treat me somewhat
better than a footman. I wish my stout old Blakeney were here; he is the
soldier's darling, and as kind and brave as yonder poker of a nobleman
is brave and--I am your lordship's very humble servant. This is a young
gentleman who is just from America, and was in Braddock's sad business
two years ago."

"Oh, indeed!" says the poker of a nobleman. "I have the honour of
speaking to Mr.----?"

"To Major-General Lambert, at your lordship's service, and who was in
his Majesty's some time before you entered it. That, Mr. Warrington, is
the first commoner in England, Mr. Speaker Onslow. Where is your uncle?
I shall have to present you myself to his Majesty if Sir Miles delays
much longer." As he spoke, the worthy General addressed himself entirely
to his young friend, making no sort of account of his colleague, who
stalked away with a scared look as if amazed at the other's audacity. A
hundred years ago, a nobleman was a nobleman, and expected to be admired
as such.

Sir Miles's red waistcoat appeared in sight presently, and many cordial
greetings passed between him, his nephew, and General Lambert: for we
have described how Sir Miles was the most affectionate of men. So
the General had quitted my Lord Wrotham's house? It was time, as his
lordship himself wished to occupy it? Very good; but consider what a
loss for the neighbours!

"We miss you, we positively miss you, my dear General," cries Sir Miles.
"My daughters were in love with those lovely young ladies--upon my word,
they were; and my Lady Warrington and my girls were debating over
and over again how they should find an opportunity of making