The Sun.
London, England, 1836-12-14 00:00:00

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whole plate of bird's nest soup, another of trepnr,,,-;., the
feeler of a cattle-fish, and two broiled 124
began to direct his attention to the fair lady opposite, as
far as the glare of a couple of wax-lights, that stood between
them, would permit.
" The air of Ceylon gives one a rare good appetite ;
doesn't it, Miss Liddy ?" said Mr. Loftus.
" I'm sure I don't know," simpered Miss Liddy ; " for I
think so little about eating. I never felt hungry in all my
life ; no, never. But I don't like Ceylon at all, it makes one
so brown. I wore three veils on board the packet, one over
the other, and yet I am become so tanned, that I declare
I'm not fit to be seen." And as she made this announce-
ment, she pulled the low bosom of her dress another inch
still lower.
" I can't see whether that's true or no, Miss Liddy ; for
the candles quite take away my eye-sight," replied Mr.
Longlegs, with gallant incredulity " Waiter ! set them
there candles wee-waw, so as I may see Miss Lidd.),'s face:'
The waiter looked astonished at the expression, considered
a moment, and then obeyed, by placing the lights aside, so
as to allow Mr. Longlegs to gaze on Miss O'Rourke's fully
displayed charms.
Wee-waw !" said Miss Dwyer to Mr. Atherstone ;
" pray, what language is that ?"
" Oh! don't you know ?—Mr. Longlegs is from Laun-
ceston, Van Diemen's Land, and has too much patriotism to
be ashamed of the idioms of his native place.—You are a
native of Launceston, Sir, I believe ?"
" Why, I can't exactly say that I am a native," replied
Mr. Longlegs ; " for though I was born there, I have
been living away ever since. But my father is a regular
native : he never was out of Launceston but once in the
whole course of his life, and then he was run away with in a
donkey-chay. My father ha' got three sons—all boys—and
I'm the eldest--Deuced lucky for me !"
The attention of the whole party was excited to Mr.
Longlegs' account of himself ; and Miss O'Rourke, who
imagined that it must be his cleverness which struck every
one so forcibly, felt delighted that so witty a man should
discover such a decided admiration of herself.
" I have heard a great deal about Launceston," observed
Miss Dwyer, who was anxious to see a little further into the
nature of this odd genius ; " Launceston is a very ancient
city, is it not ?"
" It was once, Ma'am ; but since the new change in the
corporation, it it very much fallen off in every respect.
They say that that there new corporation will be the ruin
of the town, for certain."
" Ha! ha! ha! laughed Edgar. " I see you're a per-
son of some observation and judgment."
" I think I am," answered Longlegs, with a knowiog look ;
" and at any rate I can observe that this here dish smell
very bootiful. Allow me, Sir, to cut you a piece of this here
bandeau of veal."
" If you please.—Did you say bandeau of veal ?"
" Yes, to be sure : bandeau of veal is French for fillet of
veal ; and my mother say you should always call dishes by
the French name, whenever they have one."
" Your mother's observation, Sir, is perfectly correct ;
people in general are far too regardless of accuracy iu these
matters."
" Your are right, Sir," replied Mr. Longlegs, much flat-
tered. " If folks did but do as they should do, they wouldn't
do as they do do."
" Certainly not ; it is a pity that more attention is not
paid to your maxim. By the way, Mr. Longlegs, it is said
that you are a musical person ; I am desirous to hear what
is your opinion of this band in the gallery, which Mr. Dela-
mere has just engaged for the season. lam no judge ; but
it appears to me that the bravura they are now playing.,
from Suonadolce's new opera of 11 Sartore Amoroso, goes
off very tolerably.
""I'would certainly if them there wind instruments were
a little better in tune, and minded their forlys and, their
planners a little more."
" Wind-instruments ! which do you mean ? I do trot see

any.
" Why, the drums, to be sure !" said Mr. Loftus, sur-
prised at Edgar's ignorance. " The drums are win(l-;nstru-,
ments, aren't they ?--they are full of wind !—and if ye.o were
to go and put your finger into the hole at the bottom, when
any one was playing at the top, you would soon find that out,
I can tell you !"
" Yes !—I beg your pardon, but I don't pretend to un-
derstand anything about these matters. You, however, I
hear, sing uncommonly well. lam sure the ladies would be
delighted if you would favour them with a song some time
after dinner."

" You don't suppose I can sing, when I am right. chuck
full of soup and beef. No, if they want to hear we, they
must come in the morning, when I ha' room to take in a
good pull of wind."

"Xh ; I think I recollect having heard that. ;ill great
Singers perform best fasting. I should suppose. that your
father and your mother must be considerable proficients, and
it is from them that you inherit your musical talents !"
" Lawk ! bless you—no Sir ;my father, he do play a
little on the barrel-organ ; but my mother she don't know
the tune of Sidnet for ever' from ' The flower of Tahiti
But my sister Rogers, she certainly have a very great gift
for music, and I suppose I must inherit it from her."
" Ah ! that explains it then beyond all doubt."
In conclusion, we recommend these volumes to the
careful perusal of Mr. Robert Owen, and all, the Pro-
fessors of Universal Optimism. They will. learn from
them how far they are right with respect to the diffu-
sion of philanthropic principles.