brekfst. It was Silvertop then!

"I bust out of the house in a stayt of diamoniacal igsitement!

"The stoary of that ilorpmint I have no art to tell. Here it is from the
Morning Tatler newspaper:--

"ELOPEMENT IN HIGH LIFE.

"THE ONLY AUTHENTIC ACCOUNT.

"The neighborhood of Berkeley Square, and the whole fashionable world,
has been thrown into a state of the most painful excitement by an event
which has just placed a noble family in great perplexity and affliction.

"It has long been known among the select nobility and gentry that a
marriage was on the tapis between the only daughter of a Noble Earl,
and a Gentleman whose rapid fortunes in the railway world have been
the theme of general remark. Yesterday's paper, it was supposed, in all
human probability would have contained an account of the marriage of
James De la Pl-che, Esq., and the Lady Angelina ----, daughter of
the Right honorable the Earl of B-re-cres. The preparations for this
ceremony were complete: we had the pleasure of inspecting the rich
trousseau (prepared by Miss Twiddler, of Pall Mall); the magnificent
jewels from the establishment of Messrs. Storr and Mortimer; the elegant
marriage cake, which, already cut up and portioned, is, alas! not
destined to be eaten by the friends of Mr. De la Pl-che; the superb
carriages, and magnificent liveries, which had been provided in a style
of the most lavish yet tasteful sumptuosity. The Right Reverend the Lord
Bishop of Bullocksmithy had arrived in town to celebrate the nuptials,
and is staying at Mivart's. What must have been the feelings of that
venerable prelate, what those of the agonized and noble parents of
the Lady Angelina--when it was discovered, on the day previous to
the wedding, that her Ladyship had fled the paternal mansion! To the
venerable Bishop the news of his noble niece's departure might have been
fatal: we have it from the waiters of Mivart's that his Lordship was
about to indulge in the refreshment of turtle soup when the news was
brought to him; immediate apoplexy was apprehended; but Mr. Macann,
the celebrated surgeon of Westminster, was luckily passing through Bond
Street at the time, and being promptly called in, bled and relieved
the exemplary patient. His Lordship will return to the Palace,
Bullocksmithy, tomorrow.

"The frantic agonies of the Right Honorable the Earl of Bareacres can
be imagined by every paternal heart. Far be it from us to
disturb--impossible is it for us