ass, and even beggars
seeking for alms are addressed as Ma'am and Sir. How particular they are
in enforcing these titles from one another; how persevering in depriving
their employers of any term of respect! One would imagine that they not
only considered themselves on an equality, but that ignorance and
vulgarity made them vastly superior. It is highly amusing to watch from
a distance these self-made ladies and gentlemen sporting their borrowed
plumes.

Some years after she had been settled in Canada, Flora picked up a note
which had been thrown out as waste paper, and which was addressed to the
father of a very dirty, dishonest girl, whom she had dismissed from her
service for sundry petty frauds, a few weeks before. It was addressed to
Edward Brady, Esqre., and ran as follows:--

"Honoured Sir,

"The company of _self_ and _lady_, is respectfully solicited at
a _contribution_ ball, to be given next Thursday evening, at the
Three King's Inn. Dancing to commence at eight o'clock
precisely.

Stewards {Patrick Malone, Esq.
{John Carroll, Esq."

All the parties herein named were persons of the very lowest
class; and the titles thus pompously bestowed upon themselves, rendered
the whole affair exquisitely ridiculous. At a _contribution_ ball, each
person brings a share of the entertainment. Flora's maid had stolen a
large quantity of sugar for her part of the feast, and was discovered in
the act.

In compliance with Lyndsay's request, Flora now set diligently to work
to inquire for a girl willing to emigrate with them to Canada, in the
capacity of nurse to her baby. She had scarcely made her wishes public,
before the cottage was beset with matrons, widows and maids, both old
and young, all anxious to take a trip across the water, and try their
fortunes in Canada.

The first person who presented herself as a candidate for emigration,
was a coarse, fat, she-clown, with huge red fists and cheeks, "as broad
and as red as a pulpit cushion." On being shown into Flora's little
parlour, she stood staring at her with her arms stuck in her sides, and
her wide mouth distended from ear to ear, with a grin so truly uncouth
and comic, that Mrs. Lyndsay could scarcely restrain her laughter; with
a downward jerk of her broad shapeless person, meant for a curtsy, she
burst out in a rude vulgar voice,

"He'eard, Marm, yah wanted a gurl to go with yah to Cannadah."

"I do. Who sent you up to