p of
Bullocksmithy, was mentioned as the uncle of Lady Angelina Silvertop.
Her elopement with her cousin caused deep emotion to the venerable
prelate: he returned to the palace at Bullocksmithy, of which he had
been for thirty years the episcopal ornament, and where he married
three wives, who lie buried in his Cathedral Church of St. Boniface,
Bullocksmithy.

The admirable man has rejoined those whom he loved. As he was preparing
a charge to his clergy in his study after dinner, the Lord Bishop
fell suddenly down in a fit of apoplexy; his butler, bringing in his
accustomed dish of devilled kidneys for supper, discovered the venerable
form extended on the Turkey carpet with a glass of Madeira in his hand;
but life was extinct: and surgical aid was therefore not particularly
useful.

All the late prelate's wives had fortunes, which the admirable man
increased by thrift, the judicious sale of leases which fell in during
his episcopacy, &c. He left three hundred thousand pounds--divided
between his nephew and niece--not a greater sum than has been left by
several deceased Irish prelates.

What Lord Southdown has done with his share we are not called upon to
state. He has composed an epitaph to the Martyr of Bullocksmithy, which
does him infinite credit. But we are happy to state that Lady Angelina
Silvertop presented five hundred pounds to her faithful and affectionate
servant, Mary Ann Hoggins, on her marriage with Mr. James Plush, to whom
her Ladyship also made a handsome present--namely, the lease, good-will,
and fixtures of the "Wheel of Fortune" public-house, near Shepherd's
Market, May Fair: a house greatly frequented by all the nobility's
footmen, doing a genteel stroke of business in the neighborhood, and
where, as we have heard, the "Butlers' Club" is held.

Here Mr. Plush lives happy in a blooming and interesting wife:
reconciled to a middle sphere of life, as he was to a humbler and a
higher one before. He has shaved off his whiskers, and accommodates
himself to an apron with perfect good humor. A gentleman connected with
this establishment dined at the "Wheel of Fortune" the other day, and
collected the above particulars. Mr. Plush blushed rather, as he brought
in the first dish, and told his story very modestly over a pint of
excellent port. He had only one thing in life to complain of, he
said--that a witless version of his adventures had been produced at
the Princess's theatre, "without with your leaf o