“We did not sit down to dinner till after seven o’clock. So long as the ladies remained in the room Mr. Edgeworth kept some curb on his spirits. He was the complete gentleman, behaving with the greatest respect towards his female relations, and, indeed, towards every one at the table. As soon as the barbarous custom now in vogue had driven the ladies to the drawing-room, Mr. Edgeworth invited us to draw our chairs together. The butler was ordered to bring some bottles of a particular claret, which he told us was better than nectar. A toast was proposed, and we proceeded to the business of the evening, Mr. Edgeworth for some time watching very carefully to see there was no unnecessary display of ‘daylight.’ Between every toast, Mr. E. spoke in the most extravagant terms of our book; and ‘Hazelwood School,’ ‘Mr. Hill and family,’ ‘The author of the book,’ &c., were toasted with all due solemnity. We did not fail to return thanks, and to propose ‘The Edgeworth-Town Assisting School,’ ‘Miss Edgeworth,’ &c. “I must remark that in the morning he had asked me many questions respecting our band, and had expressed to his boys his earnest wish that a band should be formed in his school. Some of the boys, it was stated, could already play a little upon the flute. Mr. Edgeworth desired them to perfect themselves with all possible despatch. “In the midst of our jollification, as we sat with the windows open, we heard two flutes playing a quick tune in the town. Mr. Edgeworth was delighted with this, and immediately sent one of his servants to fetch the players, whoever they might be. The man soon returned with two of the scholars, who had been parading up and down the street without shoes and stockings, and marching to their own music. We immediately adjourned to a kind of conservatory, into which the dining-room opened, where, after giving us another tune, the boys joined us in drinking ‘Success to the band.’ ... Delighted with every one, and with himself in particular, Mr. Edgeworth got into the most playful humour. Sometimes, after a toast, he directed we should join hands all round, then cross them, &c.... At about midnight, he proposed that we should go to the school-house, and see how things went on there. He opened a back door, which let us at once into the street. The key of this door he always kept about him, as he said, that he might go out and inspect the state of the town at any hour of the night without disturbing his family. This he frequently does, going into people’s houses in disguise,—in imitation, I suppose, of the hero of the Arabian tales. The butler was sent forward to call up O’Brien, the classical teacher of the school, and Steele, one of the head monitors. He was cautioned, at the same time, not to forget