his
nephew once or twice when the ladies happened to be sitting. Then Clive
proposed to the Rev. Charles Honeyman to take his head off; and made an
excellent likeness in chalk of his uncle--that one, in fact, from which
the print was taken which you may see any day at Hogarth's, in the
Haymarket, along with a whole regiment of British divines. Charles
became so friendly, that he was constantly coming to Charlotte Street,
once or twice a week.

Mr. and Mrs. Sherrick came to look at the drawing, were charmed with it;
and when Rosey was sitting, they came to see her portrait, which again
was not quite so successful. One Monday, the Sherricks and Honeyman too
happened to call to see the picture of Rosey, who trotted over with her
uncle to Clive's studio, and they all had a great laugh at a paragraph
in the Pall Mall Gazette, evidently from F. B.'s hand, to the following
effect:--

"Conversion In High Life.--A foreign nobleman of princely rank, who
has married an English lady, and has resided among us for some time,
is likely, we hear and trust, to join the English Church. The Prince de
M-nc-nt-r has been a constant attendant at Lady Whittlesea's Chapel,
of which the Rev. C. Honeyman is the eloquent incumbent; and it is
said this sound and talented divine has been the means of awakening the
prince to a sense of the erroneous doctrines in which he has been bred.
His ancestors were Protestant, and fought by the side of Henry IV.
at Ivry. In Louis XIV.'s time, they adopted the religion of that
persecuting monarch. We sincerely trust that the present heir of the
house of Ivry will see fit to return to the creed which his forefathers
so unfortunately abjured."

The ladies received this news with perfect gravity; and Charles uttered
a meek wish that it might prove true. As they went away, they offered
more hospitalities to Clive and Mr. Binnie and his niece. They liked the
music: would they not come and hear it again?

When they had departed with Mr. Honeyman, Clive could not help saying to
Uncle James, "Why are those people always coming here; praising me; and
asking me to dinner? Do you know, I can't help thinking that they rather
want me as a pretender for Miss Sherrick?"

Binnie burst into a loud guffaw, and cried out, "O vanitas vanitawtum!"
Rosa laughed too.

"I don't think it any joke at all," said Clive.

"Why, you stupid lad, don't you see it is Charles Honeyman the girl's in
love with?" cried Uncle James. "Rose