senger had much ado to maintain his seat; he sometimes slipped on one side of the saddle, and sometimes on the other; while the skirts of his unbuttoned coat fluttered far out behind him. He executed his commission, however, with fidelity equalled only by the dispatch which he had used; for when the barge arrived at Caversham Bridge the carriage was waiting the Lord Mayor's arrival. Other carriages were also in attendance. It was now nearly nine o'clock; and as the evening shadows were beginning to shroud the surrounding scenery, the Lady Mayoress, and the other ladies of the party, except the Misses Atkins, fearful of too long exposure to the night air, landed at the bridge, amidst the firing of guns, and other demonstrations of respectful salutation; and proceeded in their carriages to Reading."

That a Lord Mayor should devote much time to reading, Mr. Rogers would declare highly improbable-but his lordship and party partook of a sumpand went to bed. That we cannot de

tuous supper vote much more space to Lord Wenables is equally mortifying suffice it to say, that on the following day, after a hearty breakfast, an eleven o'clock snack, and a one o'clock luncheon, Lord Wenables and his court partook of a cold collation at Clifden, at which were present Mrs. Fromow and her son; Broom Witts, Esq., the Mayors of Maidenhead, Windsor, and Reading, the brothers and sisters of Lord Wenables, and sixty or seventy other persons.

"The gardens and grounds were thronged with spectators, either strolling about or seated on the grass; and on the opposite banks several tents were erected for general convenience; around which the children shouted, and threw up their hats!"

What particular occurrences excited the mirth and activity of the children, round this particular spot, the reverend gentleman omits to mention; the following, however, must not be overlooked.

"The increasing pressure of the surrounding people now rendered the adoption of some plan necessary by which their curiosity could be better gratified. Arrangements were accordingly made to admit the female part of the spectators in small successive parties, to walk round the tables as the company were seated at dinner; and it was curious to see how many eager eyes were strained, and fingers pointed, to distinguish the individuals of the party. But it was something more than a mere idle feeling of curiosity that prompted this anxiety in the honest peasantry to see the Lord Mayor of London !"

It seems in fact, that Lord Wenables was born in those parts, so that his anxiety about the source of the Thames was in fact instinctive and intuitive, and as natural as it was laudable.

The next thirty or forty pages of the work consist of a character of his late Majesty, an account of Mr. Wenables' paper-mill, and a description of the Royal Castle at Windsor, copied, we presume, from the Guide to that building, which has been long since published for the benefit of Lions, at the small charge of sixpence.

The details of breaking a bottle over the stone at Staines we cannot give, although the anxiety of Lord Wenables to discover the London water-mark appears to have been professionally natural. At Richmond the barge remained like the great lord's stock in trade, stationary--and his lordship's fine foaming

horses having been delighted once more with the sight of his lordship, dashed from Richmond to the Mansion House with a celerity which, although somewhat inconsistent with "true dignity," brought the illustrious personage, his wife, his chaplain, and his sword-bearer, to the end of the Poultry in “ no time;" having safely achieved an adventure which will hand down to posterity the great names of Wenables and Fromow, and the unrivalled powers of an historian, who (though modesty may induce him to keep himself snug) will live in his works till time shall be no more.

PARIS IN 1829-30. BY LADY MORGAN.

It is our good fortune to-day to be able to report upon the new work of Lady Morgan, called Paris in 1829-30; and we have no hestitation in saying that it certainly equals, if it does not excel, any of her Ladyship's former productions.

We are not singular in our admiration of the highlygifted authoress - everybody in the known world agrees with us. Nothing ever was comparable with Lady Morgan; her power, her influence, her attractions, and her popularity. Before we begin a review of the work itself, the reader shall have a few specimens of them-all from the most unquestionable authority- Miladi herself.

After eulogizing Paris as the most delightful place in the world, and the Rue Rivoli as far beyond the orange vales and jasper palaces of the Alhambra, the sublimity of the Andes, the grandeur of the Alps, and the beauties of the lake of Killarney-the said Rue Rivoli being, both in point of elevation and position, as inferior to Carlton-terrace as the Pont-neuf is to Waterloo-bridge,-Miladi begins to lament Denon, the friend of Voltaire, and the intimate of Napoleon: he was dead, and could not therefore hold out his hand to receive her; but he was a courtier, a diplomatist, an author, an artist, an antiquarian, &c. "All this,"

says Miladi, "was Denon; but though he were not all, nor any of this, still he suited me. I suited him -the same follies made us laugh "-Oh, fie!" the same crimes made us sad"-Oh, dear!- "there was between us, that sympathy," &c. &c.-Poor Denon, like all the fine people her Ladyship talks of, in her "Book of the Boudoir," is dead; so she may say exactly what she likes.

Madame de Villette, the belle et bonne of Voltaire— who was a link between the last age and the present -gone for ever—and Talma, dead-Langlois, dead -Lanjuinais and M. Ginguené, dead-How they do die at Tadcaster, Miladi. Dead as they were, she kept them on her list; and when she scratched their names out, felt as if she was throwing dirt upon their graves!

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I sits with my feet in a brook—

If any one asks me for why,

I hits him a lick with my crook,

And says, sentiment kills me, says I."

Her Ladyship is quite shocked at finding Paris so Anglicised; quits a shop in a fever, because she finds English manufactures preferred to French; and goes madder than usual when Sir Charles receives a present of a flask of genuine poteen; to which insanity she gives vent in a style, to us utterly unintelligible.

Her Ladyship blames the English for associating with each other-people who have any acquaintance with their own countrymen, or women, naturally do -those who cannot get into society where they are known, always take advantage of the opportunity of