I confess I shared the foolish dread that the opening would be so crowded as to be very uncomfortable, if not dangerous, to sight-seers; and I therefore declined to accompany my brother, who was braver than I; and sorry enough I was when I found that the panic had been so universal as to enable the few courageous visitors to have the show, as my brother expressed it, "all to themselves." The first number of the _Month_ appeared in July, 1851, and the last was issued towards the close of that year. It seems to have been the intention of the authors to have taken typical young ladies, and, under the heading of "Belles of the Month," have used them as prefixes to each monthly part. Unfortunately, I think this idea was only partially carried out. True, we have Belles of the Park, and Belles of the Ball, and one or two Belles of the Month, so charmingly done by Leech as to make it a matter of surprise that such great attractions were not more frequently admitted to the paper. The literary portion which begins the _Month_ is very Albert Smithian indeed. In proof, I quote some of his description of "The Hyde Park Belle": "The charming young lady introduced to me," says Mr. Smith, "was of middling stature, with oval face, chestnut hair, dark eyes, and very white and regular teeth. She had on a white transparent bonnet, and light muslin dress all _en suite_. In answer to my questions, she replied as follows: "'I shall be nineteen in August, and have been out two years and a half. Have I ever been engaged? Only once, and that was broken off because I went on a drag to Richmond with the officers of the --th. Lady Banner was inside--it was all perfectly proper. She is a very nice woman--always ready to chaperone anybody anywhere if her share is paid. Only sometimes she bores one dreadfully. Edmund went to India. I don't know where he is now; I have not heard. I dare say he is somewhere. He bored me dreadfully at last. I work very hard--oh, very hard indeed!--that is, in the season. My maid always sits up to make tea for me when I come home. Her hours are very regular, considering. She goes to bed every morning about four; but, then, she doesn't have to dance half the night. Yes; I like the Crystal Palace. Oh! I get so tired there--walking, and walking, and walking, you can't think how far! I know the Crystal Palace fountain and Dent's clock, and the stuffed animals and the envelope-machine. I don't think I have seen anything else; I have never been out of the nave and the transept--nobody goes anywhere else. I did not know that there was anything to see upstairs, except large carpets. I am sure they would bore me dreadfully. We are engaged every night.... We had scarcely time to dress for the Grapnels' dinner-party; and then we went to Mrs. Crutchley's, to meet the Lapland Ambassador. We could not get into the room, and stood for two hours on the landing. Old Mr. Tawley was there, and would keep talking to me; he always bores me dreadfully.