uttons, buff waistcoat, white kerseymere tights, pumps
with large rosettes, and pink silk stockings.

"This wool," said he to a friend, "was grown on Oldborough sheep,
this cloth was spun in Oldborough looms, these buttons were cast in
an Oldborough manufactory, these shoes were made by an Oldborough
tradesman, this HEART first beat in Oldborough town, and pray Heaven may
be buried there!"

Could anything resist a man like this? John Perkins, who had come down
as one of Scully's aides-de-camp, in a fit of generous enthusiasm,
leaped on a whist-table, flung up a pocket-handkerchief, and
shrieked--"SCULLY FOR EVER!"

Heeltap, who was generally drunk, fairly burst into tears, and the grave
tradesmen and Whig gentry, who had dined with the Member at his inn, and
accompanied him thence to the "Gorgon Arms," lifted their deep voices
and shouted "Hear!" "Good!" "Bravo!" "Noble!" "Scully for ever!" "God
bless him!" and "Hurrah!"

The scene was tumultuously affecting; and when young Perkins sprang down
from the table and came blushing up to the Member, that gentleman said,
"Thank you, Jack! THANK you, my boy! THANK you," in a way which made
Perkins think that his supreme cup of bliss was quaffed; that he had but
to die: for that life had no other such joy in store for him. Scully
was Perkins's Napoleon--he yielded himself up to the attorney, body and
soul.

Whilst this scene was going on under one chandelier of the ballroom,
beneath the other scarlet little General Gorgon, sumptuous Lady Gorgon,
the daughters and niece Gorgons, were standing surrounded by their Tory
court, who affected to sneer and titter at the Whig demonstrations which
were taking place.

"What a howwid thmell of whithkey!" lisped Cornet Fitch, of the
Dragoons, to Miss Lucy, confidentially. "And the--the are what they call
Whigth, are they? He! he!"

"They are drunk, ----me, --drunk, by ----!" said the General to the
Mayor.

"WHICH is Scully?" said Lady Gorgon, lifting her glass gravely (she was
at that very moment thinking of the syllabubs). "Is it that tipsy man in
the green coat, or that vulgar creature in the blue one?"

"Law, my Lady," said the Mayoress, "have you forgotten him? Why, that's
him in blue and buff."

"And a monthous fine man, too," said Cornet Fitch. "I wish we had him in
our twoop--he'th thix feet thwee, if he'th an inch; ain't he, Genewal?"

No reply.

"And heavens! Mamma," shrieked the three Gorgons in a breath, "see, one