WITH A WINE-GLASS. A

through the Park ; yet, sure, a basket isn’t
vulgarer, and not so noisy as a cab; but
never mind, I’ll go the round through West-
minster, and meet you by the natural gallery ; _
there’s fine resting on the steps, and the
sparkle of the fountains is, like the waterfall
at Powers’ court, barring the want of the
trees; and go easy through the park, go
round by the water, the ducks are as inno-
cent and as pretty a sight as you’d see in
a day’s walk ; and here’s some bits of crusts
[ put. in my left hand pocket, for you to
2 -CVe them, since I could not have that
pleasure meeself, on account of the basket;
‘but for your life, Mary, don’t let them gob-
_ bling swans get a crumb ! I hate the sight —
of them; bloated out, swelling with pride
and impudence, bobbing their heads forward
without the high heels or the tight lacing
either! As if enough natural sickness did

not crawl into the world with us, but we