ng about his marriage with
Philoxena, daughter of Priam, the brother of Hector let fly
an arrow at his vulnerable heel, and did his business in a
twinkling.

We cannot quit this subject without paying a compliment to the virtues
of the Court. We understand there has not been one royal carriage seen
in the Park since the erection of the statue; and if report speaks true,
the Marchioness of C-----m's delicacy is so shocked, that she intends to
quit Hamilton Place, which is close by, as early as a more modest site
can be chosen!

CHAPTER XXV

Lack a day! what a gay
What a wonderful great town!
In each street, thousands meet,
All parading up and down.
Crossing--jostling--strutting--running,
Hither--thither--going--coming;
Hurry--scurry--pushing--driving,
Ever something new contriving.
Oh! what a place, what a strange London Town,
On every side, both far and wide, we hear of its renown.

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Escorting to the ever-varying promenade of fashion, the Hon. Tom Dashall
and his Cousin Bob, whose long protracted investigation of Life in
London was now drawing to a close, proceeded this morning to amuse
themselves with another lounge in Bond-street: this arcadia of dignified
equality was thronged, the carriage-way with dashing equipages, and
the pave with exquisite pedestrians. Here was one rouged and whiskered;
there another in petticoats and stays, while his sister, like an Amazon,
shewed her nether garments half way to the knee. Then "passed smiling
by" a Corinthian bear, in an upper benjamin and a Jolliffe shallow. A
noted milliner shone in a richer pelisse than the Countess, whom the day
before she had cheated out of the lace which adorned it. The gentleman
with the day-rule, in new buckskins and boots, and mounted on a
thorough-bred horse, quizzed his retaining creditor, as he trotted along
with dusty shoes and coat; the "lady of easy virtue" stared her keeper's
wife and daughter out of countenance. The man milliner's shop-boy, _en
passant_, jogged the duke's elbow; and the dandy pickpocket lisped and
minced his words quite as well as my lord.

Tom pointed out some of the more dashing exhibitants; and Bob inquiring
the name of a fine woman, rather _en bon point_, with a French face, who
was mounted on a chesnut hunter, and whom he had never before seen in
the haunts ~~354~~~ of fashion--"That l