I am now in the metropolis of England, and when I walk out every common house appears to me to be the House of Commons--every lordly mansion the House of Lords--every man I meet, instead of being a member of society, is transferred by imagination into a member of the senate--every chimney-sweep into a bishop, and a Bavarian girl, with her "Py a proom," into an ex-chancellor. If I return home, the ring at the bell reminds me of a Peel--as I mount the stairs I think of the "Lobby"--I throw myself on the sofa, and the cushion is transformed into a woolsack--if a solitary visitor calls in, I imagine a public meeting, and call out chair! chair!--and I as often address my wife as Mr Speaker, as I do with the usual appellative of "my dear." This incubus, like the Catholic anathema, pursues me everywhere--at breakfast, the dry toast reminds me of the toasts at public dinners-- tea, of the East India charter--sugar, of the West India question--the loaf, of agricultural distress--and, as every one knows that London eggs are a lottery, according as they prove bad or good, so am I reminded of a Whig or Tory measure. When the newspaper is brought in, I walk round and round it as a dog will do round the spot he is about to lie down upon. I would fain not touch it; but at last, like a fascinated bird who falls per force into the reptile's mouth, so do I plunge into its columns, read it with desperation, and when the poison has circulated, throw it away in despair. If I am reminded to say grace at dinner, I commence "My Lords, and gentlemen;" and when I seek my bed, as I light my taper, I move "that the House do now adjourn." The tradesmen's bills are swelled by my disease into the budget, and the checks upon my banker into supplies. Even my children laugh and wonder at the answers which they receive. Yesterday one brought me her book of animals, and pointing to a boa constrictor, asked its name, and I told her it was an _O'Connell_. I am told that I mentioned the names of half the members of the Upper and Lower House, and at the time really believed that I was calling the beasts by their right names. Such are the effects of my unfortunate disease.