A Fashionable Driver.

month, and tell of the wonders they have seen in Lunnun. Oh! now I think on it, I must tell you a good thing of a sweet-looking country girl. As Tom Kenworth jumpt off his box, equipped completely en cocher, from the cape down-. wards, and smacked his whip in the true. driving style, like the French postillions he has heard on the continent, (but which here always gives the idea of a carman,) he stood, taking up the whole door-way of Madame Lanchestre's, the milliner. You know his size is not of the pigmy. kind, and he increased his breadth by putting one arm a-kimbo. Thus he stood, gazing at the face of the pretty innocent, who seemed to wish to enter, but was abashed at the torrid, flaming countenance of the Cerberus who guarded the door. A respectable-looking country squire was just behind her. Papa,” said she, "I wish you would speak to that great coachman to get out of the way!" Tom's auditory faculties are

A Mistake.

amazingly quick; the natural purple of his face was heightened by a glow of the deepest scarlet; the colour it assumed would make a beautiful shot for a winter pelisse, I assure you, ladies. Poor Tom! he walked away ready to burst with disappointed importance and astonishment, that all the world, from the North to the South pole, should not know the Honourable Thomas Kenworth of Grosvenor Square: and a new dashing Barouche stood close by, with a pair of the sweetest Arabians that ever Tattersal sold. To mount the box he would not; that would still dub him, in the eyes of the pretty lady, the coachman ex professo. I stood at a convenient distance, enjoying the scene, and I do belive once he was inclined to force his way through the milliner's rooms to inform the strangers who he was, when suddenly, a brother whip, in the person of Lord Somertown, clapt him on the shoulder. Tom wished his lordship to mount the box.

A Scheme for Country Pastime.

My lord observed rather too much spirit in the Arabians, threw himself into the carriage; and Tom drove again, in a very sneaking manner, and got out of the street, as fast as possible."

"My dear Philip, you are a mad, en tertaining creature," said the Duchess, "We shall leave town positively next week, and what will you do with yourself amongst green fields and shady groves?"

"I think I will turn author, and scribble for your Grace's amusement. I'll draw all the characters of our fashionable acquaintance, and read them to you on a Sunday, or when we are weary of a little innocent gambling; by the time the midnight hour strikes, then, what I have compiled in the day, I will read to you till three; and then we will court repose. The soft, candid, and sentimental part, excuses for our neighbour's failings, and

The Plan agreed upon.

all those pretty et cæteras, I will allot to Charlotte; mine shall have the true zest of fashion, scandal, and the spirit of the times!"

"Excellent!' said the Duchess; "This will do; our country amusements are excessively insipid, owing to the immense distance of that horrid mansion from every fashionable watering-place, and where we are obliged to be immured for a few months every year. So much for parent's fancies! It is a pity they are allowed to express more in their wills than merely to bequeath us their property; that is all a will is worth."

Alas! the Duchess of Pyrmont little thought how truly she would be indebted to her son, for a proposal formed in the giddy impulse of a thoughtless mo

ment!

A Lady, celebrated once for beauty,

A Recipe for enlarging the Eyes.

famous for her travels, and always justly so for her literary talents and taste, had been married some years to a German Prince she had been much in Turkey, had seen and known more of the customs and manners of the Turkish ladies, than any of her travelling predecessors. The eyes of the Duchess of Pyrmont were of a beautiful black, but rather small. The Princess had innocently told her, they had the true Turkish hue, in point of colour ; and that the Beauties of the Ottoman Empire had a custom of enlarging the orbit of their eyes, by a powder of lead ore, finely ground, and prepared with sweet-oil on a porphyry stone, and lightly laid on with a camel's hair pencil, but cautioned the vain and silly Duchess against making use of it.

To be admired for her personal charms, was the Duchess of Pyrmont's weak side: She caused the powder to be procured; and on the evening that she gave