The days wore on, each one seemed as long as aweek, until at length the eighth of November arrived, and then did it seem certain that I should be Lord Mayor-I was sworn in-the civic insignia were delivered to me- -I returned them to the proper officers-my chaplain was near me-the esquires of my household were behind me-the thing was done-never shall I forget the tingling sensation I felt in my ear when I was first called "My Lord”—I even doubted if it were addressed to me, and hesitated to answer-but it was so— -the reign of splendour had begun; and, after going through the accustomed ceremonies, I got home and retired to bed early, in order to be fresh for the fatigues of the ensuing day.

Sleep I did not-how was it to be expected? -some part of the night I was in consultation with Mrs. Scropps upon the different arrangements; settling about the girls, their places at

the banquet, and their partners at the ball; the wind down the chimney sounded like the shouts of the people; the cocks crowing in the mews at the back of the house I took for trumpets sounding my approach; and the ordinary incidental noises in the family 1 fancied the popguns at Stangate, announcing my disembarkation at Westminster-thus I tossed and tumbled until the long-wished-for day dawned, and I jumped up anxiously to realise the visions of the night. I was not long at my toilet-I was soon shaved and dressed-but just as I was settling myself comfortably into my beautiful brown broadcloth inexpressibles, crack went something, and I discovered that a seam had ripped half a foot long. Had it been consistent with the dignity of a Lord Mayor to swear, I should, I believe at that moment, have anathematised the offending ;-as it was, what was to be done?-I

tailor ;

heard trumpets in earnest, carriages drawing up

and setting down; sheriffs, and chaplains, mace bearers, train bearers, sword bearers, water bailiffs, remembrancers, Mr. Common Hunt, the Town Clerk, and the deputy town clerk, all bustling about-the bells ringing-and I late, with a hole in my inexpressibles! There was but one remedy-my wife's maid, kind, intelligent creature, civil and obliging, and ready to turn her hand to any thing, came to my aid, and in less than fifteen minutes her activity, exerted in the midst of confusion, repaired the injury, and turned me out fit to be seen by the whole corporation of London.

When I was dressed, I tapped at Mrs. Scropps' door, went in, and asked her if she thought I should do. The dear soul, after setting my point lace frill (which she had been good enough to pick off her own petticoat on purpose) and putting my bag straight, gave me the sweetest salute imaginable.