"Nothing whatsoever--I know of nothing that could give her uneasiness, unless that stupid Lord William Lenox[3] has been besieging her again. I saw him driving a tandem carriole this morning. Perhaps he drove to her lodgings and worried her with his vapid talk." [Footnote 3: This sprig of nobility, is the third son of the Duke of Richmond, who was then Governor of the Canadas. At that early period, Lord William had made himself notorious by the seduction of a married woman, whom he kept as a mistress for some time. The people of Montreal were much scandalized at that affair. He has since become well known to the world by his marriage with the celebrated singer, Miss Paton,--by squandering her earnings in the most profligate manner, and by his divorce from her. The lady is better known in this country as Mrs. Wood, and under that name her singing has been universally admired here. Lord William's last enterprise, it appears, is a theatrical one--as the English newspapers state that he is now the manager of a provincial theatre.] "Nonsense! She has not seen Lord William for a week." "Well, what _is_ the matter then?" "And you really have not heard?" "I tell you I have heard nothing of the kind." "And you have not seen Selden, nor Seymour, nor Marryatt, nor Cleaveland." "Neither of them for two days. I have been a perfect hermit, shut up among my books, during that period." "And you have heard nothing of a caricature?" "Out upon you--caricature! No!" "You surprise me. Well, I must be the first to inform you, that Mc---- has put his threat of revenge into execution, by making our friend the subject of a caricature, confoundedly well done, and striking in its resemblance, but so ludicrous that it is impossible to resist laughing at it. Here it is"--and he produced the sketch. Fenella's costume was peculiar, although no way extravagant. During the winter, her street dress was a tight fitting blue cloth pelisse, trimmed in front with gold buttons, with two or three on the waist behind; a black fur tippet round the throat, and a black fur bonnet and feather. The picture did not shew her face, but represented her moving from the spectator. The dress was a perfect copy, and the figure could not be mistaken; but the skill of the artist had given to it the most masculine character, and the posture was so ludicrously vulgar, as to produce great effect. Indignant as I was at this dastardly method of casting ridicule on an amiable woman, I could not but be sensible of the talent which had rendered a mere figure so extremely ridiculous. "And where did you get this, Nichols?" said I.