eldest son became an earl while he was viscount;--said a good thing upon that. His son regretting that he had a higher title than his father. I don’t care, George, which title you have, so long as you don’t get hold of mine; but the viscount is lately made a marquis. She is a charming woman--the marchioness,” said Miss Hamilton; “she is an excellent wife, mother, and mistress of a family, pretty miss, a pattern to her rank and sex. If all were to take example by her, Doctors’ Commons would starve; but I do not suppose you know any thing of them sort of things yet, miss.” Miss Mortimer now observed a lady of a fine shape, with a most fascinating countenance, and applying to Mr. Chatter, this communicative person very readily gave her information, prefaced with a hem, and the hem accompanied with a shrug of the shoulders, “that’s a lady of quality too, very different from the marchioness; she is the countess of a Cockatrice, evil tongues don’t stick to say;----but my lord is a good, easy man, not at all exceptious, and if he is pleased, nobody else has a right to be displeased. She has daughters grown up and married,--that is one of them a little behind that lady with the rolling eye; she seems already to have a good modest assurance of her own too. O Lord, there is little Tommy Titmouse, the famous coachman.” “Poor Titmouse,” said Hamilton, “he is a good-natured little creature, and encourages the breed of horses; therefore, he is not so totally useless as one is apt to think.” “Observe,” said Mortimer, “that tall military figure; that is a nobleman, who unites the hero, the scholar, the statesman, the philanthrophist, and the finished gentleman,--such as English nobility ought to be. That also is a lord, who is speaking to him.” “What, he with the strong, black, bushy eyebrows?” said Miss Mortimer. “That,” said Hamilton, “is a man of as powerful a masculine understanding, as most that have ever sitten in the house of peers, or occupied the highest offices in the state.” There now entered a slim, middle-sized gentleman-like man: evidently an old beau, wishing to appear young, who was immediately accosted by the fascinating countess above-mentioned, “and is Great Bayleaf come to enliven Brighton with his gaiety and gallantry.” His lordship, with the fashionable inattention of the manners of the time, made no direct answer; but, looking through a spyglass at Miss Mortimer;--“fine girl that, Cockatrice, is she one of us?” “Of us, no; one of the canaille I suppose; a fine fellow that; that squires her though;” “well enough for a trooper,” said the peer; “but perhaps, such are to your ladyship’s taste;” “and perhaps such girls may be to yours; but, take my word for it, such a youth would be much more to their’s.” “I admit the competency of your ladyship, to deliver judgment on the case, and sustain your verdict; he shall be a fine fellow, since you will have it so. But, who are all here?