Fashionable Breakfast.

drink; I am confounded thirsty." "Your Grace shall have breakfast immediately," said Lady Charlotte, "Oh no, no, I thank you," said his elegant Grace, "I breakfasted long ago, on eggs, ham and ale; and I want something better to drink than tea or chocolate.”

Different white wines were then presented on his calling for wine. "Put some Madeira on the side-board," said the Duke, "I'll help myself." His Grace then poured out a pint goblet of Madeira, nearly full, and completing the measure of it with brandy, as a qualifier, according to his own expression, he drank it off at one draught, to the astonishment of Lady Charlotte. "Do you ever mean to grow any taller, Waltham," said the Duke. Then rapidly changing the subject, he said, "Come, my good fellow, shew me your horses; I am now inclined to make the exchange with you we have talked about some time;-My Steam-En

Real Jockeyism.

gine against your High Flyer; what say you, hey, my fine one?”

The Marquis knew the Duke did not scruple taking an undue advantage in horse-dealing, which he would call the fair game of jockeyism, and that something of that kind now was the purport of his visit, said, "I have altered my mind, for since you last took the knowing ones in with Steam-Engine, at Newmarket, he scems to be no favourite on the turf: Highflyer beat Haverton's Knowing-Bess, at the conclusion of the sport, and I cannot think of parting with him." "Oh! you're off, are you?" said the Duke," but come along, we may as well go and look at the cattle: How many bits of real blood have you now in your stud?”—“ My dear Lord Duke," said the Marquis, "my stud is not here;-I have only High-flyer and Lady-Teazle here Do, my dear Lady Fairface," said the Duke, turning to his companion, "let me persuade you to take the same cosmetic I have done,

Jack Spindle, pourtrayed.

and then, my lily-faced Orton, you will look as rosy."

Lady Charlotte could not forbear a smile at the associations of cosmetics and a rose on the flaming countenance before her; but the feeble voice of Lord Orton, saying he should prefer a glass of lemonade, made her turn her eyes towards him.

He was of a delicate, fair complexion, and very diminutive in stature, with a pair of legs of a remarkable thinness; for which the quizzers of the day had given him the name of Jack Spindle, which was generally the appellation he was known by in his absence: present, his society was courted, because he was immensely rich, but very shallow and superficial in his understanding; and though the Duke of Westbury was the inheritor' of great wealth, and ruled like a little king over two of the richest counties in England; yet the sports of the turf, fre

The Portrait continued.

quent, and not always successful visits at Boodle's, a settled stipend paid in St. James's place to a certain Lady Abbess, another to an extravagant actress, who had once been the Duke's reigning favourite, together with the expences attendant on constant inebriation, and other destructive pleasures, made him often obliged to his delicate little friend for pecuniary assistance.

To finish the portrait of Lord Orton, who now took up the attention of Lady Charlotte Stanmore, he was the most disproportionate of figures, for with his fairy body and small face, his hands and feet were large, and his mouth wide: his little face, as he turned towards Lady Charlotte, was almost hid in the envelopement of his cravat and a large pair of sandy-coloured whiskers.

Perhaps your Lordship will take tea or coffee," said Lady Charlotte. "I have

How to spoil and weaken a Child.

already taken tea, Lady Charlotte," he replied," and though I am fonder of it than any other beverage, I dread its effect on my nerves." "Chocolate, sir?" said the Duchess. "Oh, my dear Lady Duchess, it is too heavy for my stomach." "Take a good glass of brandy!" vociferated the Duke. The little Lord smiled, and looked on his friend with admiration.

Lord Orton was an only child, and having lost his father in his infancy, was left to the care of a foolishly fond mother, who always fancied the dear boy was sick; she therefore rendered a naturally strong child unhealthy; impeded his growth by confinement, and destroyed his nervous system by the continual fear she imparted to his mind, on every slight indisposition incident to children, that he was certainly dying.

After the dowager's death, he became acquainted with the Duke of Westbury;