You are corrict in stating that I am of hancient Normin famly.

This is more than Peal can say, to whomb I applied for a barnetcy; but the primmier being of low igstraction, natrally stickles for his horder.

Consurvative though I be, I MAY CHANGE MY OPINIONS before the next Election, when I intend to hoffer myself as a Candydick for Parlymint.
"Meanwhile, I have the honor to be, Sir, "Your most obeajnt Survnt, "FITZ-JAMES DE LA PLUCHE." THE DIARY.
One day in the panic week, our friend Jeames called at our office, evidently in great perturbation of mind and disorder of dress.

He had no flower in his button-hole; his yellow kid gloves were certainly two days old.

He had not above three of the ten chains he usually sports, and his great coarse knotty-knuckled old hands were deprived of some dozen of the rubies, emeralds, and other cameos with which, since his elevation to fortune, the poor fellow has thought fit to adorn himself.
"How's scrip, Mr.Jeames ?" said we pleasantly, greeting our esteemed contributor.
"Scrip be -- --," replied he, with an expression we cannot repeat, and a look of agony it is impossible to describe in print, and walked about the parlor whistling, humming, rattling his keys and coppers, and showing other signs of agitation.