I saw him the other night, at Mrs. Bumpsher’s grand let off. He flung himself down cross-legged upon a pink satin sofa, so that you could see Mrs. Bumpsher quiver with rage in the distance, Bruff growl with fury from the further room, and Miss Pim, on whose frock Bulbul’s feet rested, look up like a timid fawn. “Fan me, Miss Pim,” said he of the cushion. “You look like a perfect Peri to-night. You remind me of a girl I once knew in Circassia--Ameena, the sister of Schamyle Bey. Do you know, Miss Pim, that you would fetch twenty thousand piastres in the market at Constantinople?” “Law, Mr. Bulbul!” is all Miss Pim can ejaculate; and having talked over Miss Pim, Clarence goes off to another houri, whom he fascinates in a similar manner. He charmed Mrs. Waddy by telling her that she was the exact figure of the Pacha of Egypt’s second wife. He gave Miss Tokely a piece of the sack in which Zuleikah was drowned; and he actually persuaded that poor little silly Miss Vain to turn Mahometan, and sent her up to the Turkish Ambassador’s, to look out for a mufti. [Illustration: THE DOVE OF THE STREET.] THE DOVE OF OUR STREET. If Bulbul is our Lion, Young Oriel may be described as The Dove of our Colony. He is almost as great a pasha among the ladies as Bulbul. They crowd in flocks to see him at Saint Waltheof’s, where the immense height of his forehead, the rigid asceticism of his surplice, the twang with which he intones the service, and the namby-pamby mysticism of his sermons, has turned all the dear girls’ heads for some time past. While we were having a rubber at Mrs. Chauntry’s, whose daughters are following the new mode, I heard the following talk (which made me revoke by the way) going on, in what was formerly called the young lady’s room, but is now styled the Oratory. THE ORATORY. MISS CHAUNTRY. MISS ISABEL CHAUNTRY. MISS DE L’AISLE. MISS PYX. REV. L. ORIEL. REV. O. SLOCUM--[_In the further room._] _Miss Chauntry_ (_sighing_).--Is it wrong to be in the Guards, dear Mr. Oriel? _Miss Pyx._--She will make Frank de Boots sell out when he marries. _Mr. Oriel._--To be in the Guards, dear sister? The church has always encouraged the army. Saint Martin of Tours was in the army; Saint Louis was in the army; Saint Waltheof, our patron, Saint Witikind of Aldermanbury, Saint Wamba, and Saint Walloff were in the army. Saint Wapshot was captain of the guard of Queen Boadicea; and Saint Werewolf was a major in the Danish cavalry. The holy Saint Ignatius of Loyola carried a pike, as we know; and---- _Miss de l’Aisle._--Will you take some tea, dear Mr. Oriel? _Oriel._--This is not one of _my_ feast days, Sister Emma. It is the feast of Saint Wagstaff of Walthamstow. _The Young Ladies._--And we must not even take tea!