The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1859-09-08

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those who have no natural business there.
ferfect naturalness 80 long, that is, as the ma
ture be not distressingly deep or earnest-which,
IN other societies, is the attribute of Genius
alone, is indeed the peculiar virtue of the Best
Circles, and constitutes their chiefest charm.
The pains and penalties of the social tread-mM,
the callings," the cuttings, the "who-shall.
take-whom-down-to dinners" are the embarrass.
ments Of comparatively low life, the barbarous
enactments of persons who connect discomfort
with sristocracy. BIS III
II is therefore no wonder that most other
sections OF Society, however exclusive should
maka an exception in favor of such a class.
Even the so called Religious Circles smooth
their brows, and lengthen their lips, when Sir
Guy Beau Monde is whirling by, although it is
well known, that Lady Mabel has separate
establishment in Paris, and neither of them. If
all tales be true, lead the lives Of chastened per
sons; whereas, if it were Mr.. Thomas Brown
(of the Commercial Circles) who was so often
seen with that Mrs. Sloper, whose husband has
colonial appointment, these .pions folks would
shiver, as he passed, from head to foot Per-
haps there is no class so altogether ignorant of
thu World without "a theirs, nor any 90 indig-
nant that the World in its turn should be I'M
acquainted with them and their concerns.
We were once present in q company of our
fellow countrymen of the North, when the in
feriority of the English happened to form the
subject of conversation.
(" To give you an idea, said one, !" of the ex-
IRENE ignorance Of even their educated classes,
l met an English barrister last summer, at
Oban, who did not know what / meant when
referred to the great Disruption. He positive.
ly understood me to be abiding to some vol
canic disturbance
Only second to this Circle in their complete
isolation from the rest of mankind, and in their
belief, nevertheless, that they form the focus OF
attraction for all other classes are, singularly
enough, the Sporting Circles. The mystery OF
| their tones, the solemnity of their manner, and
| the confidential character of their absurd COM
munications, are beyond measure remarkable
nor do they conceive it possible that their casual
companion, in railway carriage or elsewhere,
can be other than well informed of at all events,
| all that Belts Life can teach him.
| We had once the privilege of sitting next to
Miss Cruciform, a Tractarian young lady, at
| dinner, when Captain Marker St. Leger, of the
Sporting Circles, was making conversation to
| her upon the other side. 1t was when the rob.
| berry at Rogerss bank had Just been effected
| and this was the manner in which Captain St
| Leger broke ground in performing his colo.
| quial duty to his neighbor:
"What a very sad thing that is about poor
Sam Rogers, Miss Cruciform I" -''
eyes, indeed; poor Samuel Rogers Did
you know him 2" [They young lady was natur-
ally surprised at the gallant captains apparent
| intimacy with the Poetical Circles
"Know him! Ay, indeed; and am afraid
/ shall lose great deal Of money by him, too, "
replied he.
81 trust not" said she " understand there
| is no danger of that"
| "Then you know great deal more about il
than me, responded he, in tone of annoyance
"and yet had it from Lord George himself
Indeed l saw it stated in the newspapers
that the whole loss, at the worst, would not be
| more than thirty thousand pounds; and, in
| short, that it was nothing more than temporary
| Inconvenience" $50
Newspapers What do they know about
| its" cried the excited captain. II tell you
Miss Cruciform, between ourselves, that stand
to win five thousand by the mare, myself; and
| if Sam Rogers amt well enough to ride
| {" To ride, Captain ST. LegerI y eiaculated
/ the young lady. ~ 4 am spehEng Of Mr.. Rog-
ers the poet, whose bank was robbed last week
| of such sum Of money!
"Dear me-" laughed the captain /" and ]
was speaking of poor Sam Rogers the Jockey,
| who broke his collar.bone on Tuesday, and
won't be able to ride the favorite for the Oaks
| to morrow"