There was a writer on Ethics. He talked of Fire, Unity, and Atoms--Bi-part, and Pre-existent soul--Affinity and Discord--Primitive Intelligence and Homoomeria. There was Theologos Theology. He talked of Eusebius and Arianus--Heresy and the Council of Nice--Consubstantialism, Homousios, and Homouioisios. There was Fricassée from the Rocher de Cancale. He mentioned Latour, Markbrunnen and Mareschino--Muriton of red tongue, and Cauliflowers with Velouté sauce--veal _à la_ St. Menehoult, Marinade _à la_ St. Florentin, and orange jellies _en mosaiques_. There was Signor Tintontintino from Florence. He spoke of Cimabue, Arpino, Carpaccio, and Argostino--the gloom of Caravaggio--the amenity of Albano--the golden glories of Titian--the frows of Rubens, and the waggeries of Jan Steen. There was the great Geologist Feltzpar. He talked of Hornblende, Mica-slate, Quartz, Schist, Schorl, and Pudding-stone. There was the President of the Fum-Fudge University. He said that the moon was called Bendis in Thrace, Bubastis in Egypt, Dian in Rome, and Artemis in Greece. There was Delphinus Polyglot. He told us what had become of the eighty-three lost tragedies of Æschylus--of the fifty-four orations of Isæus--of the three hundred and ninety-one speeches of Lysias--of the hundred and eighty treatises of Theophrastus--of the eighth book of the Conic Sections of Apollonius--of Pindar's Hymns and Dithyrambics, and the five and forty Tragedies of Homer Junior. There was a modern Platonist. He quoted Porphyry, Iamblichus, Plotinus, Proclus, Hierocles, Maximus, Tyrius, and Syrianus. There was a human-perfectibility man. He quoted Turgot, Price, Priestly, Condorcet, De Staël, and the "Ambitious Student in rather ill health." There was myself. I talked of Pictorius, Del Rio, Alexander Ross, Minutius Felix, Bartholinus, Sir Thos. Browne, and the Science of Noses. 'Marvellous clever man!'--said his Highness. 'Superb!'--said the guests: and the next morning her Grace of Bless-my-soul paid me a visit. 'Will you go to Almacks, pretty creature?' she said. 'Certainly'--said I. 'Nose and all?'--she asked. 'Positively'--I replied. 'Here then is a card'--she said--'shall I say you will be there?' 'Dear Duchess! with all my heart.' 'Pshaw! no--but with all your nose?' 'Every bit of it, my life,'--said I. So I gave it a pull or two, and found myself at Almacks. The rooms were crowded to suffocation. 'He is coming!'--said somebody on the stair case. 'He is coming!'--said somebody farther up. 'He is coming!'--said somebody farther still. 'He is come!'--said the Duchess--'he is come, the little love!' And she caught me by both hands, and looked me in the nose. 'Ah joli!'--said Mademoiselle Pas Seul. 'Dios guarda!'--said Don Stiletto. 'Diavolo!'--said Count Capricornuto. 'Tousand Teufel!'--said Baron Bludenuff. 'Tweedle-dee--tweedle-dee--tweedle-dum!' said the orchestra.