supposed, would have indulged them in their desire, had not accidents been feared, and by exertions of the sentinels the traces were put to the carriage again, and the carriage proceeded to Carlton House amidst the loud huzzas of the populace." After all this mobbing they got properly married, and set off for Oatland's--the Duke of York's mansion. The bride was dressed in white llama and silver, and, perhaps, some of my lady readers will be pleased to hear that her frock was "finished with a very brilliant rollio of lama," which must have been very comforting to her. The Queen of Sheba would (to use an Americanism) have to have taken a "back seat" compared to the dear old Queen Charlotte, who must have been "exceeding magnifical." She wore "a beautiful gold tissue, trimmed with a mixture of gold and silver, having two flounces of brilliant silver net-work, richly embossed with stripes of gold lamé, and a superb head to the flounces of silver lamé border. The whole had a most grand, novel, and magnificent appearance." [Illustration: R----l Whiskers, 1816.] The satirical prints may, generally, be taken as a reflex of popular opinion, be it right or wrong, and the Princess was soon credited with having the upper hand in the domestic arrangements of her new household. She is depicted as wearing her husband's breeches, and taking the reins when driving--but this was meant for good-humoured badinage--not like the satires on the Regent, who was lampooned without mercy. His clothes, his personal appearance, even his whiskers were not allowed to pass unscathed--as the following will show: "1816. R----L WHISKERS. L'ADIEU. _From a puissant Prince, to his cast-off whiskers, on leaving London to make an Excursion._ Adieu, my dear Whiskers! dear Whiskers, adieu! I ne'er shall love Whiskers, as I have lov'd you. So becoming your form, and so brilliant your hue, I ne'er admir'd Whiskers, as I've admir'd you. Your curve was so lovely, so like a horse shoe, Not a whisker at Court was so lovely as you. The Baron Geramb's[20] were immense it is true, But they didn't sweep round half so tasty as you, Y---- ----'s[21] Whiskers comprise hair enough for a head, But odious the shape, and the colour is red. Of beauty, 'tis known, that the line is a curve, Then the prize of all beauty you surely deserve; For in curve so enchanting you lay on my chin, You completely eclipsed all the _blubber_ within. Not Ganymede's self, when he waited on Jove, Looked the model so like of the young God of Love; Not Apollo the bright, nor Adonis the fair, Were like, my dear whiskers--adorn'd _to a hair_! Not drooping Narcissus, reclin'd o'er the stream, Himself the dear object, himself the dear theme, Was more charm'd with _his_ face, thus presented to view, Than I've been with _mine_, when encircl'd with you. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."