seen it, I shall transcribe a few lines for your amusement. "Borne on the breath of Hyperborean gales, She came- —Waltz came—and with her certain sets "Fraught with this cargo-and her fairest freight, Not lovelorn Quixote-when his Sancho thought Not Cleopatra on her galley's deck, Displayed so much of leg, or more of neck, Than thou, ambrosial Waltz, when first the moon "To you-ye husbands of ten years! whose brows Ache with the annual tributes of a spouse; To you, of nine years less-who only bear The budding sprouts of those that you shall wear, Of native brass, or law-awarded gold; "Endearing Waltz-to thy more melting tune Bow Irish jig-and ancient rigadoon; Scotch reels avaunt !—and country dance forego Shines much too far-or I am much too near; And true, though strange-Waltz whispers this remark, My slippery steps are safest in the dark.' But here the Muse with due decorum halts, And lends her longest petticoat to Waltz.' "Observant travellers! of every time, "Shades of those belles, whose reign began of yore, With George the Third's-and ended long before; Though in your daughters' daughters yet you thrive, Burst from your lead, and be yourselves alive! Back to the ball-room speed your spectred host, Fools' paradise is dull to that you lost; No treacherous powder bids Conjecture quake, No stiff-starched stays make meddling fingers ache; (Transferred to those ambiguous things that ape Goats in their visage, women in their shape ;) No damsel faints when rather closely pressed, But more caressing seems when most caressed; Superfluous hartshorn and reviving salts, Both banished by the sovereign cordial ' Waltz.' Though gentle Genlis, in her strife with Staël, Gods! how the glorious theme my strain exalts, And now, my dear aunt, I have surely written to you, at the least, with most dutiful ful ness. P. M. 231 LETTER XX. TO THE REV. DAVID WILLIAMS. DEAR WILLIAMS, THE life I have led here has been such a strange mixture of all sorts of occupations, that were I to send you a literal diary of my transactions, I believe you would not fail to discover abundant room for doubting the authenticity of the M.S. I shall therefore reserve the full and entire history of this part of my existence, till I may have opportunity of communicating it to you viva voce over a bottle of Binn D, and proceed in the meantime, as I have been doing, to give you little glimpses and fragments of it, exactly in the order that pleases to suggest itself. In Smollet's time, according to the inimitable and unquestionable authority of our cousin, Matthew Bramble, no stranger could sleep more than a single night in Edinburgh, with the preservation of any thing like an effectual incognito. In those days, as I have already told you, the people all inhabited in the Old Town of |