oatsful
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 t