to describe their noble sorrow. Our
reporters have made inquiries every ten minutes at the Earl's mansion in
Hill Street, regarding the health of the Noble Peer and his incomparable
Countess. They have been received with a rudeness which we deplore but
pardon. One was threatened with a cane; another, in the pursuit of his
official inquiries, was saluted with a pail of water; a third gentleman
was menaced in a pugilistic manner by his Lordship's porter; but being
of an Irish nation, a man of spirit and sinew, and Master of Arts of
Trinity College, Dublin, the gentleman of our establishment confronted
the menial, and having severely beaten him, retired to a neighboring
hotel much frequented by the domestics of the surrounding nobility, and
there obtained what we believe to be the most accurate particulars of
this extraordinary occurrence.

"George Frederick Jennings, third footman in the establishment of Lord
Bareacres, stated to our employe as follows:--Lady Angelina had been
promised to Mr. De la Pluche for near six weeks. She never could abide
that gentleman. He was the laughter of all the servants' hall. Previous
to his elevation he had himself been engaged in a domestic capacity. At
that period he had offered marriage to Mary Ann Hoggins, who was living
in the quality of ladies'-maid in the family where Mr. De la P.
was employed. Miss Hoggins became subsequently lady's-maid to Lady
Angelina--the elopement was arranged between those two. It was Miss
Hoggins who delivered the note which informed the bereaved Mr. Plush of
his loss.

"Samuel Buttons, page to the Right honorable the Earl of Bareacres, was
ordered on Friday afternoon at eleven o'clock to fetch a cabriolet from
the stand in Davies Street. He selected the cab No. 19,796, driven
by George Gregory Macarty, a one-eyed man from Clonakilty, in the
neighborhood of Cork, Ireland (of whom more anon), and waited, according
to his instructions, at the corner of Berkeley Square with his vehicle.
His young lady, accompanied by her maid, Miss Mary Ann Hoggins, carrying
a band-box, presently arrived, and entered the cab with the box: what
were the contents of that box we have never been able to ascertain.
On asking her Ladyship whether he should order the cab to drive in any
particular direction, he was told to drive to Madame Crinoline's, the
eminent milliner in Cavendish Square. On requesting to know whether he
should accompany her Ladyship, Buttons was peremptorily or