Now is this fair?--is this gallant?--is it princely?--is it gentlemanlike?--hunted, followed, worshipped, and besought as his highness was by Lady Morgan; dogged, baited, ferreted out, and _fêted_ as he had been, was it to be expected that he would denounce his kind hostess as frivolous, affected, a liberal and an infidel,--(and _he_ too, of all men in the world)--with more vivacity than taste, and no regard for truth!--and, worst of all, "neither pretty nor ugly!" He does, indeed, slily drop one lump of sugar into his bowl of gall, and thinking he knows her ladyship's mind to a nicety, no doubt believes that the one sweet drop will "property the whole." "She is apparently between thirty and forty." Miss Owenson, however, was an established authoress six-and-twenty years ago; and if any lady, player's daughter or not, knew what she knew when she wrote and published her first novels, at eight or nine years' of age, (which Miss Owenson must have been at _that_ time, according to the prince's calculation,) she was undoubtedly such a juvenile prodigy as would be quite worthy to make a "case" for the _Gentleman's Magazine_, and as fit to fill a show-waggon at Bartholomew Fair, as her ladyship's namesake who was born with double joints, and could lift a sack of corn with her teeth when she was only six years old. His highness now determines to explore County Wicklow, and starts for Bray,--"a town twenty miles from Dublin!"--having "left his carriage and people in town."--Of this carriage and people we are often told much, and they seem to give him no more trouble or inconvenience in the management of them than his hat or his gloves,--when he wants them he has them,--when he does not, they vanish into thin air. What did he do with his "carriage and people" while he was flirting with the barmaid at Bangor? When did they cross the water to Ireland? for we have seen he came quite alone through Wales; and we shall see presently that he made all his excursions in Ireland in noddies, jingles, jaunting cars, and went back quite alone through England upon the tops of coaches. But, not to dwell on such trifles--for we suppose one might, without much injury, say, both of "principality" and of "people," _de minimis non curat Prætor_--let us attend his highness (or, to give him the exact title which the Germans bestow on princes of this calibre, "his thorough-illustriousness,") to his supper-table at Bray.