se--an Eastern war, and
also to divest himself of some very fine words, highly complimentary
of America. Marked applause followed the speech, and Sir Arthur sat
down bowing.

"'The present Lord Mayor!' being drawn into the order of toasts, the
individual filling that office, a firmly compacted figure, with
well-rounded limbs, and a broad, pleasing face, set off by the
addition of a well-lined nose, full intelligent eyes, a brow nicely
arched, and organically well-developed, and surmounted with a
superstructure of dark, glossy hair, tinged with grey, rose to reply.
My lord, in addition to being rather shortish, possessed a countenance
indicative of amiability rather than strength of mind or force of
character. 'Silence!' echoed and reechoed through the hall, and for a
few seconds all was still. Then the badge-bedecked figure, with
dignity all sublime, rose to the order. His dark eyes wandered to to
the right and left, then over the banqueting scene, and again toward
the ladies. Smooth would here say, by way of interrupting his
lordship, and for the better information of his readers, that Sir
James, becoming somewhat civilized--perhaps he should say tamed,--and
made conscious that he confronted Mr. Pierce's special minister,
pledged him in numerous glasses, and being now somewhat mellow, cooled
away into an all-refreshing nap, during the enjoyment of which he,
with unpolished bows, made known his approbation of each happy
sentiment contained in the speeches.

"His lordship (the reader must now return) here commenced drawing from
the cavities of his deep mind all the nice sayings of which his speech
was so beautifully made up. Again he paused, made several gestures
with his right hand, declared war upon all obstructing coughs,
elongated his importance as never did peacock on a shingle, and
proceeded: 'My lords and gentlemen!' Loud and good-natured laughing
brought his lordship suddenly to a stop. 'My lord is not in the--',
whispered Sir Matthew Moore, who sat all facetious at his lordship's
right. Sir Matthew, significantly touching his lordship's elbow, while
casting a sly wink across the table, enjoined;--'Fellow citizens and
ladies, your lordship!' His lordship's face dispensed a few gorgeous
blushes as he hesitated, and with an angular motion of the head, he
convicted another cough, and made the very best kind of a bow
acknowledging the default. 'Ladies, gentlemen, fellow-citizens!'
continued his lordship, not havin