This is MY style: artyfiz I despise, and trust compleatly to natur: but revnong a no mootong, as our continential friends remark: to that nice white sheep, Algernon Percy Deuceace, Exquire; that wenrabble old ram, my Lord Crabs his father; and that tender and dellygit young lamb, Miss Matilda Griffin.
She had just foalded up into its proper triangular shape the noat transcribed abuff, and I was just on the point of saying, according to my master's orders, "Miss, if you please, the Honrabble Mr.Deuceace would be very much ableaged to you to keep the seminary which is to take place to-morrow a profound se--," when my master's father entered, and I fell back to the door.

Miss, without a word, rusht into his arms, burst into teers agin, as was her reglar way (it must be confest she was of a very mist constitution), and showing to him his son's note, cried, "Look, my dear lord, how nobly your Algernon, OUR Algernon, writes to me.

Who can doubt, after this, of the purity of his matchless affection ?" My lord took the letter, read it, seamed a good deal amyoused, and returning it to its owner, said, very much to my surprise, "My dear Miss Griffin, he certainly does seem in earnest; and if you choose to make this match without the consent of your mother-in-law, you know the consequence, and are of course your own mistress." "Consequences!--for shame, my lord! A little money, more or less, what matters it to two hearts like ours ?" "Hearts are very pretty things, my sweet young lady, but Three-per-Cents are better." "Nay, have we not an ample income of our own, without the aid of Lady Griffin ?" My lord shrugged his shoulders.

"Be it so, my love," says he.

"I'm sure I can have no other reason to prevent a union which is founded upon such disinterested affection." And here the conversation dropt.