"Behold! seasonably, the very day that she went away entered upon the walks Miss L., of Hackney!--Miss Chudleigh was forgotten (who would wish for so transient a dominion in the land of fickledom!)--And have you seen the new beauty?--And have you seen Miss L.? was all the inquiry from smart to smartless. But she had not traversed the walks two days, before she was found to want spirit and life. Miss Chudleigh was remembered by those who wished for the brilliant mistress, and scorned the wifelike quality of sedateness--and Miss L. is now seen with a very silly fellow or two, walking backwards and forwards unmolested--dwindled down from the new beauty to a very quotes pretty girl; and perhaps glad to come off so. For, upon my word, my dear, there are very few pretty girls here." "But here, to change the scene, to see Mr. W----sh at eighty (Mr. Cibber calls him papa), and Mr. Cibber at seventy-seven, hunting after new faces; and thinking themselves happy if they can obtain the notice and familiarity of a fine woman!--How ridiculous!--If you have not been at Tunbridge, you may nevertheless have heard that here are a parcel of fellows, mean traders, whom they call touters, and their business, touting--riding out miles to meet coaches and company coming hither, to beg their custom while here." "Mr. Cibber was over head and ears in love with Miss Chudleigh. Her admirers (such was his happiness!) were not jealous of him; but, pleased with that wit in him which they had not, were always for calling him to her. She said pretty things--for she was Miss Chudleigh. He said pretty things--for he was Mr. Cibber; and all the company, men and women, seemed to think they had an interest in what was said, and were half as well pleased as if they had said the sprightly things themselves; and mighty well contented were they to be secondhand repeaters of the pretty things. But once I faced the laureate squatted upon one of the benches, with a face more wrinkled than ordinary with disappointment 'I thought,' said I, 'you were of the party at the tea-treats--Miss Chudleigh has gone into the tea-room.'--'Pshaw!' said he, 'there is no coming at her, she is so surrounded by the toupets.'--And I left him upon the fret--But he was called to soon after; and in he flew, and his face shone again, and looked smooth." * * * * * "Another extraordinary old man we have had here, but of a very different turn; the noted _Mr. Whiston_, showing eclipses, and explaining other phaenomena of the stars, and preaching the millennium, and anabaptism (for he is now, it seems, of that persuasion) to gay people, who, if they have white teeth, hear him with open mouths, though perhaps shut hearts; and after his lecture is over, not a bit the wiser, run from him, the more eagerly to C----r and W----sh, and to flutter among the loud-laughing young fellows upon the walks, like boys and girls at a breaking-up." * * * * *