d had sevral REHUSTLES, as they say.

"This was the way. I used to dress myself in my full togs. I made
Fitzwarren, my boddy servnt, stand at the dor, and figger as the Lord
in Waiting. I put Mrs. Bloker, my laundress, in my grand harm chair
to reprasent the horgust pusn of my Sovring; Frederick, my secknd man,
standing on her left, in the hattatude of an illustrus Prins Consort.
Hall the Candles were lighted. 'Captain de la Pluche, presented by Herl
Bareacres,' Fitzwarren, my man, igsclaimed, as adwancing I made obasins
to the Thrown. Nealin on one nee, I cast a glans of unhuttarable loilty
towards the British Crownd, then stepping gracefully hup, (my Dimascus
Simiter WOULD git betwigst my ligs, in so doink, which at fust was wery
disagreeble)--rising hup grasefly, I say, I flung a look of manly but
respeckfl hommitch tords my Prins, and then ellygntly ritreated backards
out of the Roil Presents. I kep my 4 suvnts hup for 4 hours at this gaym
the night before my presntation, and yet I was the fust to be hup with
the sunrice. I COODNT sleep that night. By abowt six o'clock in the
morning I was drest in my full uniform; and I didnt know how to pass the
interveaning hours.

"'My Granmother hasnt seen me in full phigg,' says I. 'It will rejoice
that pore old sole to behold one of her race so suxesfle in life. Has I
ave read in the novle of "Kennleworth," that the Herl goes down in Cort
dress and extoneshes Hamy Robsart, I will go down in all my splender and
astownd my old washywoman of a Granmother.' To make this detummination;
to horder my Broom; to knock down Frederick the groomb for delaying to
bring it; was with me the wuck of a momint. The next sor as galliant a
cavyleer as hever rode in a cabb, skowering the road to Healing.

"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!'

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