A proper tenderness for the Peerage will continue to pass current the illustrious gentleman who was inflamed by Cupid's darts to espouse the milkmaid, or dairymaid, under his ballad title of Duke of Dewlap: nor was it the smallest of the services rendered him by Beau Beamish, that he clapped the name upon her rustic Grace, the young duchess, the very first day of her arrival at the Wells.

This happy inspiration of a wit never failing at a pinch has rescued one of our princeliest houses from the assaults of the vulgar, who are ever too rejoiced to bespatter and disfigure a brilliant coat-of-arms; insomuch that the ballad, to which we are indebted for the narrative of the meeting and marriage of the ducal pair, speaks of Dewlap in good faith-- O the ninth Duke of Dewlap I am, Susie dear! without a hint of a domino title.

So likewise the pictorial historian is merry over 'Dewlap alliances' in his description of the society of that period.

He has read the ballad, but disregarded the memoirs of the beau.
Writers of pretension would seem to have an animus against individuals of the character of Mr.Beamish.They will treat of the habits and manners of highwaymen, and quote obscure broadsheets and songs of the people to colour their story, yet decline to bestow more than a passing remark upon our domestic kings: because they are not hereditary, we may suppose.

The ballad of 'The Duke and the Dairymaid,' ascribed with questionable authority to the pen of Mr.Beamish himself in a freak of his gaiety, was once popular enough to provoke the moralist to animadversions upon an order of composition that 'tempted every bouncing country lass to sidle an eye in a blowsy cheek' in expectation of a coronet for her pains--and a wet ditch as the result! We may doubt it to have been such an occasion of mischief.