My trunks were sadly packed by Mrs.
Titmarsh, and the hasp of the portmantyou-lock has gone through my yellow satn.

I have darned it, and woar it already twice, at two ellygant (though quiat) evening-parties given by my _hospatable_ host; and my pegreen velvet on Saturday at a grand dinner, when Lord Scaramouch handed me to table.

Everything was in the most _sumptious style_.

Soup top and bottom (white and brown), removed by turbit and sammon with _immense boles of lobster-sauce_.

Lobsters alone cost 15_s_.