enemies was kicking me down Dame street.' Lady Cork met me at the door: 'What! no harp, Glorvina?'--'Oh, Lady Cork!'--'Oh, Lady Fiddlestick! You are a fool, child: you don't know your own interests.--Here, James, William, Thomas! send one of the chairmen to Stanhope street for Miss Owenson's harp.'" After a stand and a stare of some seconds at a strikingly sullen-looking, handsome creature who stood alone, and whom she heard addressed by a pretty sprite of fashion with a "How-do, Lord Byron?" she says: "I was pushed on, and on reaching the centre of the conservatory I found myself suddenly pounced upon a sort of rustic seat, a very uneasy pre-eminence, and there I sat, the lioness of the night, shown off like the hyena of Exeter 'Change, looking almost as wild and feeling quite as savage. Presenting me to each and all of the splendid crowd which an idle curiosity, easily excited and as soon satisfied, had gathered round us, she prefaced every introduction with a little exordium which seemed to amuse every one but its object: 'Lord Erskine, this is the Wild Irish Girl whom you are so anxious to know. I assure you she talks quite as well as she writes.--Now, my dear, do tell my Lord Erskine some of those Irish stories you told us the other evening. Fancy yourself among your own set, and take off the brogue. Mrs. Abingdon says you would make a famous actress: she does indeed. You must play the short-armed orator with her: she will be here by and by. This is the duchess of St. Albans: she has your novel by heart. Where is Sheridan?--Do, my dear Mr. T---- (This is Mr. T----, my dear: geniuses should know each other)--do, my _dear_ Mr. T----, find me Mr. Sheridan. Oh! here he is!--What! you know each other already? So much the better.--This is Lord Carysford.--Mr. Lewis, do come forward.--That is Monk Lewis, my dear, of whom you have heard so much, but you must not read his works: they are very naughty.' Lewis, who stood staring at me through his eye-glasses, backed out after this remark, and disappeared. 'You know Mr. Gell,' her ladyship continued, 'so I need not introduce you: he calls you the Irish Corinne. Your friend Mr. Moore will be here by and by: I have collected all the talent for you.--Do see, somebody, if Mr. Kemble and Mrs. Siddons are come yet, and find me Lady Hamilton.--_Now_, pray tell us the scene at the Irish baronet's in the rebellion.'