ere WAS mominx, when I almost wisht
that I'd been borne a Myommidn or Turk, when the Lor would have
permitted me to marry both these sweet beinx, wherehas I was now condemd
to be appy with ony one.

"Meanwild everythink went on very agreeable betwigst me and my defianced
bride. When we came back to town I kemishnd Mr. Showery the great
Hoctionear to look out for a town maushing sootable for a gent of my
qualaty. I got from the Erald Hoffis (not the Mawning Erald--no, no, I'm
not such a Mough as to go THERE for ackrit infamation) an account of my
famly, my harms and pedigry.

"I hordered in Long Hacre, three splendid equipidges, on which my arms
and my adord wife's was drawn & quartered; and I got portricks of me and
her paynted by the sellabrated Mr. Shalloon, being resolved to be the
gentleman in all things, and knowing that my character as a man of fashn
wasn't compleat unless I sat to that dixtinguished Hartist. My likenis
I presented to Hangelina. It's not considered flattring--and though SHE
parted with it, as you will hear, mighty willingly, there's ONE young
lady (a thousand times handsomer) that values it as the happle of her
hi.

"Would any man beleave that this picture was soald at my sale for about
a twenty-fifth part of what it cost me? It was bought in by Maryhann,
though: 'O dear Jeames,' says she, often (kissing of it & pressing it to
her art), 'it isn't ansum enough for you, and hasn't got your angellick
smile and the igspreshn of your dear dear i's.'

"Hangelina's pictur was kindly presented to me by Countess B., her
mamma, though of coarse I paid for it. It was engraved for the 'Book of
Bewty' the same year.

"With such a perfusion of ringlits I should scarcely have known her--but
the ands, feat, and i's, was very like. She was painted in a gitar
supposed to be singing one of my little melladies; and her brother
Southdown, who is one of the New England poits, wrote the follering
stanzys about her:--

"LINES UPON MY SISTER'S PORTRAIT.

"BY THE LORD SOUTHDOWN.

"The castle towers of Bareacres are fair upon the lea,
Where the cliffs of bonny Diddlesex rise up from out the sea:
I stood upon the donjon keep and view'd the country o'er,
I saw the lands of Bareacres for fifty miles or more.
I stood upon the donjon keep--it is a sacred place,--Where
floated for eight hundred years the banner of my race;
Argent, a dexter sinople, and gules an azure fi