The Sun.
London, England, 1863-10-03 00:00:00

LANGUAGE OF A NOBLE LORD IN GOOD SOCIETY.

"You hag I" he cried, as the first catered, is a fellow
to be frozen to death for want of a fire, and to be starved to
death for want of a meal ? You horrible old Witch of
Endor, you Sycorax—you____,,

If you please, sir," said the elder, gravely, while put-
ting down her tray, "my name is Dorcas, and my sister's
name is Charity."

" Your name is Hell-cat, and your sister's Mother Beel-
zebub I" replied Lord Valiance. fiercely.
The younger of the two women looked at her sister to see
how she would take the affront, but finding that she
looked over her spectacles at the offender with far more
curiousity than indignation, she did nut venture on a
reply. L
ook here, you pair of Hecates. I'm not going to put
up with this treatment. It don't suit my hook at all. I
feel: dreadfully ill. Never felt so dreadfully seedy in all
my life. I almost feel as if regularly used up—by Jove I
do I I've been used to live among Christians, not among
such antediluvian hippopotamuses as you. Let me have a
good fire, a good dinner, and oceans of devilish good brandy
and water—hot and strong. Do you hear, you untame-
able hyenas ?''
Miss Lucrezia Stickles, the American Governess,
who proves to be the real Lady Valiance, is another
exaggerated caricature ; while, on the other hand,
among tho happier sketches is the rich self-made
Mr. Dielineourt, who, having Purchased a country
estate, aspires to emulate Sir Roger de Coverloy.
Although at times somewhat ridiculous, the would-
be " Squire" is on the whole a very original and
agreeable companion, and we can hardly believe
even the Marquis of Mount Trevor would venture
to befool him to the following extent :

11-U3IOROUS CONDUCT OF A MARQUIS IN GOOD SOCIETY.
A pheasant rose whirring from the Underwood almost at
their feet. Mr. Drelinconrt raised his gun, and fired both
barrels rapidly. The bird continued his course. The Mar-
quis fired, and the pheasant dropped,
" That was a capital shot of yours, my dear sir," obseivod
his lordship, with his pleasantest smile, as they stopped to
reload, and one of the dogs picked up the game.
" Mine, my lord l" exclaimed Mr. Drelincourt, in un-
feigned surprise.
" You see you hit him in the liver-wing. Now when a
bird is hit in the liver-wing, he never drops directly ; he is
able to fly with the gizzard-wing as if unhurt; but ho soon
finds he has come to grief, and down he goes to earth as
dead as a nail."
" I never knew that. I assure your lordship I thought
I had ruised him."
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The Marquis's friend felt flattered and fluttered, and
was inexpressibly gratified as he observed Tornkinson
placing the five partridges in the game-bag with the
pheasant.
" Does your lordship think all of them were hit in the
liver-wing ?" asked Mr, Drelincourt.
" lam not certain," replied the Marquis deliberately,
and with a peculiar solemnity of manner. "You see they
dropped very soon after your fire, therefore I should not
like to take on myself the responsibility of saying where
they were hit without examination. Eut you hit them,
my dear Mr. Drelincourt, beyond all doubt."
" Let will your lordship kindly excuse me if I venture
to say that I do not quite understand the application of the
sporting terms your lordship is good enough, to use in re-