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was going, she was very quietly admitted to theinside, of which she was the sole occupant. Thevehicle stopped in Piccadilly, at a harness-ma-ker's, where, to her astonishment and confusion, herdriver on the box was accosted by the tradesmanby the title of " My Lord." Abashed, however, asshe was by the discovery, she kept her self-pos-session, and, on the steps being let down for herto alight, quietly asked what was the fare, andwas as quietly told she was very welcome.

Doubtless this afforded the good-natured peer anopportunity of regaling his friends with a rare joke,and the Four-in-hand Club must have allowed thathe had topped his part.

That men should wish (however unphilosophicaland silly the desire) to be taken for their betters,is not to be wondered at; but that any should befound solicitous to sink in the scale of appearance,and assume the rank of inferiors, may create sur-prise ; except in those who are acquainted with thecaprices of wealth, and the ever-veering weather-cock of fashion, turning as it does from one point