And then-yes, oh then ! Of Homer, to tell how the fiercest of men Like a fellow pitch-plaster'd,* Confounded, struck all of a heap, flabbergaster'd ! "Oh, Edgar! dear Edgar, oh bear me away!" "Oh shield and protect me from yonder vile wretch ! And while Hilda still sobb'd in way quite hysteric, Oh, "So, so!" at length Sir Dragonhead cries, Would be highly improper, my fierce little miss. 'Tis done in a minute! the terrified fellow Poor fellow poor fellow !-well, reader, don't weep, Behind the stage curtain of tragedy green, The warder was not a bad fellow in grain, Of some twenty feet headlong, right into the ditch, Where he kick'd and he flounder'd, but got out at length, And bolted with all the remains of his strength. Of course Lady Hilda had fainted away, * A rival of the "garotte," coming again into fashion - Burking redivivus. But dreaming of pages in blue and gold suits, Some hung by the hair, and some hung by the boots; And each poor wretch of the ghastly band, But the dream is over, the lady wakes, "He ain't been hung. With a bit of a duck he Got out of the moat and he's cut his lucky." Many revolving years have fled Over the Lady Hilda's head; And 'tis said that when once she 'd establish'd her sway In this very decided and feminine way, She ask'd, as the first boon her husband must give her, he Putting dark green and silver instead, as of old, Touching Edgar, the page, we have only one word, He got safe into England-p'raps thinner and paler- Moral. If in search of a wife With a hatred of "rows" and a horror of strife, 'Twixt ladies who're "blues" And ladies who're shrews, It's sometimes a difficult matter to choose. For an ill without cure, There's nothing so bad, nor so apt to allure, Nothing but humbug in sober reality. It's a fact that's well known, The lady has always a will of her own; For hers, you're a martyr, And you'll find out the meaning of "catching a Tartar.” Relief may be near, though you don't see it "loom.” When grim death seem'd to clasp The poor page, he contrived to escape from its grasp; 'Twixt the cup and the lip, And it's very strong poison that kills with one sip. ADVENTURES OF A FIRST SEASON. IN FOUR CHAPTERS. CHAPTER I. YEARS had passed by, years loaded with the rich hues of happiness that gild the days of laughing, innocent girlhood. No care to ruffle-no sorrow to obscure-no sigh to damp, even for a moment, the tranquil contentment of school-room occupations, where liberty and constraint are so happily mingled, that it is impossible to define where the one ends and the other begins! The chains, if chains there are, are woven in flowers, and the flowers have no thorns. Delicious girlhood! so fresh— so confiding-so inquiring-opening to all the successive phases of life, all alike new and delightful. The present joyful, but the future fraught with vague, dreamy, shadowy expectation! London-coming-out-ballsdancing-beaux-lovers' presents-orange flowers-husbands-marriage -and heaven knows what beside, filling up the interstices of a young lady's brilliant imagination; making her thrill with rapture as each successive image passes with kaleidoscope rapidity before her mental vision ! Our little friend, who was introduced so prematurely to the sanctum of royalty, had grown up and prospered, having now arrived at that charming age, seventeen. In the solitude of the country, she had well pondered on all the wonders, the marvellous developments, that awaited her début. What happy day-dreams, undisturbed by a single cloud, for, with her fortune, she felt well assured of at least her due share of attention, and stood in no dread of blushing, solitary and unseen, in the corner of a ball-room. A country education had improved and strengthened a character naturally decided, but was not adapted to give her the slightest insight into the world; and at the time she started for town, she was as very a little rustic as ever stared into a print shop. Men and manners were to her undeveloped mysteries, no less unfathomable than the knottiest point ever argued by theologians. She looked on the first -men-as curious and extraordinary animals, whose notice and admiration might doubtless be desirable, and certainly were agreeable, but whom she was profoundly ignorant how to please or attract, and almost to converse with. As to the latter part-the manners-these she interpreted to mean holding herself upright, wearing gloves, answering properly when addressed, and not tearing her dress. She really was a curious specimen of a country Miss, when she first came to town. But why should I say she for am I not describing myself? Let me drop the third person, and adopt the honest vowel, " I," in describing my adventures. Some country squires had gazed on me and sighed deeply sighed in the fear of not securing my fortune; but they were but poor Tony Lumpkins after all, and even I had wit enough to perceive their views without wearing spectacles. Besides, the idea of settling down in the country, when all the undefined future, lit up with golden visions, was before me! Such madness was not to be contemplated. I fancied myself great-a countess perhaps my lady-how delightful! I never would marry a plain mister, that was certain; and I had doubts whether even an earl were high enough. Visions of poetical romantic youthshandsome of course-haunted me. I conjured up just such a hero as might ornament the title page of an illustrated romance-with curling hair-open shirt collar and neckerchief tied à la Byron. Then I imagined him on his knees before me, calling me his angel-his love-his life&c.; and I jumped from my chair, and danced round the drawingroom, which being rather small was not expansive enough, so I added a rapid run in the flower-garden. I was convinced that I could not make my appearance at a London ball, without meeting a dozen lords; so I never had any serious doubts of the realization of my aristocratic dreams, and only waited the happy moment that was to present to my eyes a living lover of the required birth. I felt I should not allow him long to sigh in vain. I should yield-gradually, by degrees-I would give him my hand-perhaps I ought to faint; but if, by reason of robust health, I could not quite manage that, at least I might cry, which always looks interesting. Then he would press me to say "yes; and I should hesitate, and tremble, and be confused, and at last I should say yes! Oh! it was all exceedingly charming, and life seemed to me then like one great, immense verdant walk, bordered with flowers, and sown with sweets; a clear unclouded sky above, and peopled by smiling faces as glowing with happiness as my own. Alas! why did after years so bitterly belie this dream? Why did the flowers turn into thorns and tare and rend me? Why did the sweets become bitter as gall? Why did the fruit turn into poisonous berries, and the sky become dark with clouds, and storms, and hurricanes, thunder, hail, and lightning burst forth, all pouring down their various furies on my unprotected head? Alas, why? But this is beside my present subject; and I resume. I will not anticipate. I must say, in self-defence, that these images of lords and dukes were not quite so preposterous as they may appear to the sober reader. There were various families in our neighbourhood of high rank, with whom we were well acquainted, having ever maintained a high position in my native county of B-shire. One noble family, in particular, sought our acquaintance, and, indeed, courted our intimacy; and they were as happy a specimen of exalted rank, united with every endearing quality, as all the peerage could show. Many a happy day have I spent at their princely seat, where all that money and magnificence could procure was lavishly accumulated; the whole enhanced by the courtly urbanity and real hospitality of the noble owners. My lord marquis was dignified, courteous, and loftily-familiar, yet good and kind, in spite of a little pride, in the highest degree. My lady marchioness was all that can be conceived most appropriate in a dame of rank; beautiful in person, stately in manners, unsullied in fame; she was distinguished by a dignity, softened and tempered by amiability, that really was admirable. Never have I beheld rank so gracefully supported as in Lady D whom to know, was to love and to admire. Whether she welcomed a royal duchess, or a simple gentlewoman, to her saloons, all was regulated by the nicest breeding; and each experienced the cordiality and the urbanity of the noble hostess, whose refined good breeding placed every one at ease, and lessened the distinction without forgetting the difference in rank among her various guests But the one in the whole family that I really loved, was a certain |