of them a little behind that lady with the

rolling eye; she seems already to have a good modest assurance of her own too. O Lord, there is little Tommy Titmouse, the famous coachman." "Poor Titmouse," said Hamilton, "he is a good-natured little creature, and encourages the breed of horses; therefore, he is not so totally useless as one is apt to think." "Observe," said Mortimer, "that tall military figure; that is a nobleman, who unites the hero, the scholar, the statesman, the philanthrophist, and the finished gentleman,—such as English nobility ought to be. That also is a lord, who is speaking to him." "What, he with the strong, black, bushy eye-*brows?" said Miss Mortimer. "That," said Hamilton, "is a man of as powerful a masculine understanding, as most that have ever sitten in the house of peers, or occupied the highest offices in the