Refreshments are here constantly spread before the lingerer, tempting those (who have not had a wink of sleep for weeks) to eat and enjoy themselves. In this house one thing is remarkable, and I think it tends to confuse the mind,--"the drawing-room" is on the ground-floor! Here the soothing sorcerer over anguish and horror--receives his visitors; and here, indeed, he sees company in due state. I merely took a glimpse at this room, which was by no means so provocative of curiosity to me as was the blue chamber to that of Fatima's. A few _mems_ must close this weak and impotent description:--a few recollections snatched amidst the fascination of the whole place! We observed that the mode in which our artist expelled a troublesome _double enemy_ put an end to the usual interpretation of Zanga's famous exclamation, "The flesh _will_ follow where the pincers tear!" The _pincers_ might be used, but the flesh did _not_ follow,--the eye-tooth came out as clean as a smelt. Mr. D. had several pictures in _enamel_, which were much to be valued; and he had in his hall a portrait by the late Sir Thomas Lawrence of Mr. Cartwright--and likenesses by _H. B._ in one of his closets, of Howard, Imrie, Sanford, Clarke, Jones, Parkinson, Hayes, Biggs, Rogers, &c. &c. which are allowed to be, by all observers, admirable works of art. There is a slight attempt at _Mallan_ in _mineral succedaneum_, which appears to be falling away--we will not say decaying. One nuisance there is, and we cannot as honest historians pass it over; the street, in which our D. lives, is disturbed, distracted, by an excess of music, amounting, arising indeed, into a decided case of "_organic_ disease." The _grinders_ making a point--it would seem a pointed point--of showing themselves in the very front of that building,--which is opposed to anything defective in the front! As we were about to depart from this attractive spot--not _spot_--place,--we saw Charles Taylor or Tom Cooke slipping away with every tooth perfect, and yet not without a _falsetto_. Some musical wag however still remained, and by permission of the butler (a _drawer_ of corks in large practice) we were allowed to hear the following song; and we shall print it at once without comment, explanation, or excuse, "For, oh! Sir Thomas's own sonnet Beats all that we can say upon it." SONG, For the Private Theatre or the _Drawing_-room. _Air--Not_ "Pull away, pull away, pull away, my hearties!"--DIBDIN. Oh! this is the house for effects and for scenes,-- What is Drury, Ducrow's, Covent Garden, the Queen's? Success at the one or the other will pause, But in this house the manager constantly _draws_.-- Then let the Muse _be_ at her Home, in this theatre; Gain here, and glory, go snacks in applause.