"Well then--but what I say must be in confidence. (The old woman says it never shall get beyond her lips--never!) An Englishman of goodly looks, fashion, and money--and, what is more in favor with our first families, a Sir attached to his name, being of handsome person and accomplished manners, and travelling and living after the manner of a nobleman, (some of our first families are simple enough to identify a Baronet with nobility!) was foully set upon by the fairest and most marriageable belles of the St. Cecilia. If he had possessed a dozen hearts, he could have had good markets for them all. There was such a getting up of attentions! Our fashionable mothers did their very best in arraying the many accomplishments of their consignable daughters, setting forth in the most foreign but not over-refined phraseology, their extensive travels abroad--" "Yes!" interrupts Mrs. Swiggs, nervously--"I know how they do it. It's a pardonable weakness." And she reaches out her hand and takes to her lap her inseparable Milton. "And the many marked attentions--offers, in fact--they have received at the hands of Counts and Earls, with names so unpronounceable that they have outlived memory--" "Perhaps I have them in my book of autographs!" interrupts the credulous old woman, making an effort to rise and proceed to an antique side-board covered with grotesque-looking papers. Mr. Soloman urbanely touches her on the arm--begs she will keep her seat. The names only apply to things of the past. He proceeds, "Well--being a dashing fellow, as I have said--he played his game charmingly. Now he flirted with this one, and then with that one, and finally with the whole society, not excepting the very flirtable married ladies;--that is, I mean those whose husbands were simple enough to let him. Mothers were in a great flutter generally, and not a day passed but there was a dispute as to which of their daughters he would link his fortunes with and raise to that state so desirable in the eyes of our very republican first families--the State-Militant of nobility--" "I think none the worse of 'em for that," says the old woman, twitching her wizard-like head in confirmation of her assertion. "My word for it, Mr. Soloman, to get up in the world, and to be above the common herd, is the grand ambition of our people; and our State has got the grand position it now holds before the world through the influence of this ambition."