HE Dowager-Duchess of Richmond went one Sunday with her daughter to the Chapel Royal at St. James's, but, being late, they could find no places. After looking about some time, and seeing the case was hopeless, she said to her daughter, "Come away, Louisa; at any rate we have done the civil thing."
R. R. Haydon, Diary.
ON NORTHERN LIGHTS.
O roar and bore of Northern wights
The tendency so frail is,
That men do call those Northern Lights
Au-ror-a Bor-ealis.
Jekyll, in Miss Mitford's Letters.
'M forced to wink a good deal, for fear of seeing too much, for a neighbourly man must let himself be cheated a little.