I remember once, during that memorable interregnum of three months, and, in fact, the only time in my life did it happen.--I had invited some very pleasant, agreeable and talented friends to spend the evening. I ordered my supper in the morning, and it commenced to snow. I continued giving orders, and it continued snowing, and we kept at it very close on to each other; if anything, the snow was a little ahead, but I went on in the same way. At the proposed time the gas was lit, a lantern was placed on the piazza; snow swept off; the side gate unhung by the waiter man, and a path made. The snow piled high, and the domestics began to give in, or out, I don't know which. They doubted the probability of any one venturing out that 'dreadful night.' A little later, they began to talk among themselves of the improbability of any one coming. I immediately ordered the gas turned up in full; the candles lit, and the supper table laid--every dish put in its place empty, to be filled at the proper time--all for discipline. (I had said it was to be done in the morning.) I then went up stairs and dressed. My sister, who had gained five pounds every week since her abdication, met me in the drawing room, dressed elegantly, and with an encouraging air pressed my hand. She did not dare to make a remark, or the contract would have been violated; but I thought I could detect in her eye an acknowledgment of my success. As I sauntered through the brilliantly lighted rooms, rather depressed at the non-arrival of my guests, the waiter said Thomas would like to speak to me. I immediately went to the star chamber and took an easy position. A knock this time. 'Come in.' In walked Thomas with his hat in his hand and bowing respectively, he said--'I have just come from the stable Mr. D'Aubrey, and thought you would like to know about the storm, sir.' 'What storm?' I exclaimed, 'oh, you mean the snow storm, yes--is it still snowing?' At that moment the window was crackling with the hail. 'Yes sir, and I thought I'd tell you that no one could come out to-night, for a horse without a wagon could not walk one hundred yards.' 'Thank you, Thomas, give the bay mare more corn to-morrow and call Henry.'--Henry, the waiter, came in expecting orders to put away the _clean_ things and lock up for it was ten, and not a soul had arrived. 'Order supper Henry at eleven.' 'For whom, sir?' 'For me--what are you waiting for?' 'How much, sir,' said he, in a bewildered air. 'All of it.' He looked anxious. He could not classify me, but discipline must be carried out, so Mary and I sat down to enough for twenty-five persons, who had never known the pangs of dyspepsia. As soon as we had finished I ordered a large portion of it down stairs, for the benefit of the servants and retired. They all looked pleased and I was satisfied. Mrs. Phillips had the nightmare at about two o'clock.