Bless my soul! one would think I was the bride by my shaking and quaking! Miss Powis is--Lady Darcey.--Down drops my letter:--Yes, dear Madam, I see you drop it to run and tell my father. I may write on _now_;--I may do what I will;--Lord and Lady Darcey are _every_ thing with _every_ body Well as I love them, I was not present at the ceremony:--I don't know why neither.--Not a soul but attended, except your poor foolish girl--At the window I stood to see them go, and never stirr'd a step 'till they return'd.--Mr. Molesworth gave her away.--I vow I thought near as handsome as the bridegroom.--But what signifies my thinking him handsome?--I'll ask Lady Elizabeth by and bye what she thinks.--Now for a little about it, before I ature myself with implements of destruction.--The Dean is not quite dead yet; but if he live out this day,--I say, he is invulnerable. Let us hear no more of yourself:--tell us of Lord and Lady Darcey Have patience, Madam, and I will, Well, _their_ dress?--Why _their_ faces were dress'd in smiles of love:--Nature's charms should always take place of art.--You see with what order I proceed. Lord Darcey was dress'd in white richly lac'd with gold;--Lady Darcey in a white lutestring négligée nounc'd deep with a silver net;--no cap, a diamond sprig; her hair without powder; a diamond necklace and sleeve-knots;--bracelets set round with diamonds; and let me tell you, her jewels are a present from my first Adorable;--on the knowledge of which I discarded him.--No, no, Mr. Morgan; you are not a _jewel_ of yourself neither.--Lady Darcey would have wore quite a morning dishabille, if the vain old Gentleman had not requested the contrary:--so forsooth, to humour him, we must be all put out of our way. There they are on the lawn, as I hope to live, going to invite in Caesar.--Only an old dog, Madam, that lives betwixt this house and the steward's. Lady Elizabeth and Mr. Molesworth, Lady Sophia and Captain Risby,--Oh, I long to be with you!--throw no more gravel to my window.--I _will_ be dutiful;--in spite of your allurements, I _will_. I left them in the library, inspecting a very charming piece, just brought from Brandon Lodge, done by the hand of Lady Mary Sutton.--Upon my word, they have soon conn'd it over:--but I have not told you it is the portraits of Mr. and Mrs. Powis;--my dear Dean too joining their hands.-- God defend me! there he is, hopping out.--I wish he had kept within.--Why, Sir, I should have been down in a moment: then we might have had the most comfortable tête-à-tête.