nch hat is it? Well,
the rim is as stiff and as sharp as a cleaver, that's a fact, I don't
wonder it cut you.' 'Eddis's pictur--capital painting, fell out of the
barge, and was drowned.' 'Having been beat on the shillin' duty; they
will attach him on the fourpence, and thimble rigg him out of that.'
'They say Sugden is in town, hung in a bad light, at the Temple
Church.'----'Who is that?' 'Lady Fobus; paired off for the Session;
Brodie operated.'----Lady Francis; got the Life Guards; there will be
a division to-night.'----That's Sam Slick; I'll introduce you;
made a capital speech in the House of Lords, in answer to
Brougham--Lobelia--voted for the bill--The Duchess is very fond
of----Irish Arms--'

"Oh! now I'm in the entry. How tired I am! It feels shockin' cold here,
too, arter comin' out o' that hot room. Guess I'll go to the grand
musical party. Come, this will do; this is Christian-like, there is room
here; but the singin' is in next room, I will go and hear them. Oh! here
they are agin; it's a proper mob this. Cuss, these English, they can't
live out of mobs. Prince Albert is there in that room; I must go and see
him. He is popular; he is a renderin' of himself very agreeable to the
English, is Prince: he mixes with them as much as he can; and shews
his sense in that. Church steeples are very pretty things: that one to
Antwerp is splendiriferous; it's everlastin' high, it most breaks your
neck layin' back your head to look at it; bend backward like a hoop, and
stare at it once with all your eyes, and you can't look up agin, you are
satisfied. It tante no use for a Prince to carry a head so high as that,
Albert knows this; he don't want to be called the highest steeple,
cause all the world knows he is about the top loftiest; but he want's to
descend to the world we live in.

"With a Queen all men love, and a Prince all men like, royalty has a
root in the heart here. Pity, too, for the English don't desarve to have
a Queen; and such a Queen as they have got too, hang me if they do. They
ain't men, they hante the feelin's or pride o' men in 'em; they ain't
what they used to be, the nasty, dirty, mean-spirited, sneakin' skunks,
for if they had a heart as big as a pea--and that ain't any great size,
nother--cuss 'em, when any feller pinted a finger at her to hurt her, or
even frighten her, they'd string him right up on the spot, to the lamp
post. Lynch him like a dog that steals sheep right off the reel, and
save ma