A folio sheet of the time of Charles II. entitled "An Exact Description of the Growth, Quality, and Virtues of the Leaf Tea, by Thomas Garway, in Exchange Alley, near the Royal Exchange, in London, Tobacconist, and Seller and Retailer of Tea and Coffee," informs us that "in England it hath been sold in the leaf for six pounds, and sometimes for ten pounds the pound weight; and in respect of its former scarceness and dearness, it hath been only used as a regalia in high treatments, and entertainments, and presents made thereof to princes and grandees till the year 1657. The said Thomas Garway did purchase a quantity thereof, and first publikely sold the said Tea in leaf and drink, made according to the direction of the most knowing merchants and travellers in those eastern countries: and upon knowledge and experience of the said Garway's continued care and industry, in obtaining the best Tea, and making drink thereof, very many noblemen, physicians, merchants, and gentlemen of quality, have ever since sent to him for the said leaf, and daily resort to his house, in Exchange Alley, to drink the drink thereof." IT'S MUCH THE SAME NOW. The following lines, from the _Gentleman's Magazine_ of 1733, will give us some idea of what fashionable life was at that period:-- _The Town Lady's Answer to_,--"_What tho' I am a Country Lass_." What tho' I am a London dame, And lofty looks I bear, a? I carry, sure, as good a name, As those who russet wear, a. What tho' my cloaths are rich brocades? My skin it is more white, a Than any of the country maids That in the fields delight, a. What tho' I to assemblies go, And at the Opera's shine, a? It is a thing all girls must do, That will be ladies fine, a: And while I hear Faustina sing, Before the king and queen, a By Eyes they are upon the wing, To see, if I am seen, a. My Peko and Imperial Tea Are brought me in the Morn, a. At Noon Champaign and rich Tokay My table do adorn, a. The Evening then does me invite To play at dear Quadrille, a: And sure in this there's more delight, Than in a purling rill, a. Then since my Fortune does allow Me to live as I please, a; I'll never milk my father's cow Nor press his coming cheese, a. But take my swing both night and day, I'm sure it is no sin, a: And as for what the grave ones say, I value not a pin, a. BARBERS.