Hi! there's a noble Rhamnea!" The Vicar went into his house, and found no one up but the maids, who were keeping that saturnalia among the household gods, which, I am given to understand, goes on in every well-regulated household before the lords of the creation rise from their downy beds.

I have never seen this process myself, but I am informed, by the friend of my heart, who looked on it once for five minutes, and then fled, horror struck, that the first act consists in turning all the furniture upside down, and beating it with brooms.

Further than this, I have no information.

If any male eye has penetrated these awful secrets beyond that, let the owner of that eye preserve a decent silence.

There are some things that it is better not to know.