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Hotel, was assembled one morning a party, consisting of a lady and three gentlemen. The lady was Mrs. Mansfield, late the lovely Miss Violet Lily, author of many popular works, &c. One of the gentlemen, sitting by her side on the sofa, was her simple and sublime republican husband. The other two were his Excellency from Paraguay, and M. Angelo Falconet. The former gentleman had travelled with the delighted and delightful pair from Washington, wishing to see the country, and to give them the benefit of his diplomatic countenance and agreeable society. Mr. Mansfield had been induced to make what he considered a good investment of his own pay, and some of his wife's loose change, by purchasing of his excellency for $600, a bill for $1000, drawn, or purporting to be drawn, by Doctor Francia, on a meritorious banking institution, chartered by the State of New-Jersey, and planted on the banks of the Hudson, to supply the demand of New-York for neat, new, and prettily engraved paper-money. The same hotel was of course the head-quarters of the Paraguay mission. M. Falconet had arrived on business but an hour or two before, and called immediately to offer his congratulations.

"Ah!" said he, " mais quel bonheur de vous trouver ici belle Violette. You look superbe-femme vraiment superbe! Quel embonpoint! Vivent l'amour et la philosophie! Be pleased to agréer my congratulations on your weddings. I most go make you some leetel, what you call presents. I most what you call chucks some homage to your feets. Let me see. I make you one leetel colossal statue, with Philosophie, who take lesson from Cupidon. Ha ha! c'est une belle conception."

"Will you?" said Mrs. Mansfield; "that will be sublime. But it will take you some years."

"No! no! belle Violette; I make him in some plaster, in six days, maybe!"

Here a waiter looked in, and told Phocion that some gentlemen wanted to see him, down stairs.

"Such compliments from the hand of genius," said the lady," are grateful to the heart of sensibility. I must show you a magnificent cadeau which I have received from this our distinguished republican friend, the illustrious ambassador from Paraguay. I selected these, at his request, from ever such a sight fetched here by the jeweller's man, yesterday."

It may seem strange, that Mrs. Mansfield, who talked so sublimely on many occasions, should interlard her conversation with common-place vulgarisms. But it is plain, from every day's observation, that no scrambling for miscellaneous knowledge and hard words in subsequent life, will extirpate the habits of speech contracted in childhood and youth.

She exhibited to the polite sculptor a box, containing some diamond earrings, a ruby breastpin, and some pearl ornaments for the hair, which he admired with a thousand exclamations, and praised the liberality of the munificent and splendid diplomatist to the skies.

"Ah," said he, "they shall not say, no more, at Washingtons, that his excellence did not pay his leetel bills to his tailleur and cordonnier, nor his rentes to the barbier, my God!"

"Madre de Dios!" said his excellency, "todos los embusteros seram ahorcados."

"Yes," said the lady, "it has ever been the case that greatness is attended by calumny.

Still envy follows merit as its shade.'

The Swan of Avon truly and sweetly says,

How sharper than a wiper's tooth it is

To have a good for nothing pack about us !"


I fear that even my exalted Phocion will not escape the shafts of malice, and the persecutions of the ungrateful."

Here they heard the noise of many people, coming up stairs in loud and angry conversation, and above all, the voice of the exalted Phocion, exclaiming, "That cock won't fight. I'm a limb of the law myself, and you can't come over me with that old case in your twenty-first Johnson. Do it at your peril. I'll have you all taken up by the marshal of the district. Do you think I don't know what privilege is? Do you think I'm a member of Congress for nothing?"

Here the door opened, and Mr. Mansfield entered, red with wrath, followed by two strangers; behind whom slowly came the discarded Halfmoon, looking queerer than usual.

"Now," said the member, "do what you dare."

"Oh! as to daring, mister," said one of the strangers, a rusty-looking, lean young man, terribly pockmarked, and with a hare-lip; "I don't want to show no disrespect, you know; but I know what the law is, and this here thing must be settled, you see, or the sheriff must take good bail at his own risk, you see.”

"He'll run the risk of being carried neck and heels to Washington, to ask pardon of Congress on his bare knees, if he does it," said Phocion.

The other stranger, who was a gentlemanly, good-looking man, said, "Really, this is wasting time to no purpose. I have a great deal of other business to attend to. This is an awkward affair, madam, which I hope can be easily arranged; but this gentleman, your husband, has got into a violent passion, for which I am sorry. I am instructed to serve a writ upon you, and want bail, which I suppose you can easily get, for three thousand dollars."

Here Phocion again broke in, saying, "I tell you it aʼnt law nowheres."

"I guess I know what's lor, as well as you do, mister," said the hare-lipped attorney. "I've heerd the recorder decide it so, fifty times over. I don't want to be teached


lor, by a lawyer out of the wild woods neither, where they don't know a soopany from a si nul."

“What is the meaning of all this?" said the lady. “And are there writs, and all the detestable chicanery of English law in this free Roman country! And how can I, a matron female, be held to bail? Oh Cobbett and codification! Why there's no such law even in feudal England.”

"Nor here neither," said Phocion. "I'll call the servants to send for the police, to take you all up. Get out of the room, you shabby lot of rascals, ragamuffins, and impostors !"

"Rascals and impostors is actionable;" said the attorney. "Jist try and call the servants, mister. Maybe you want the posse comitatus. Do you know what that is in the woods?"

"Madam," said the officer, "I will explain it to you, if you will be calm. That gentleman" (pointing to the poet) "has brought an action against you for a breach of promise of marriage; and there is an order to hold you to bail for three thousand dollars. I can only do my duty, and serve the writ. If any thing is wrong, you must advise with your counsel as to the remed."

Halfmoon had gradually advanced to within a few yards of where Mrs. Mansfield sat. Suddenly starting up, she seized him by the collar, and shaking him in no gentle manner, exclaimed, "What! you contemptible, jingling, poor, beggarly, rhyming, rigmaroling, ragged, blear-eyed puppy! marry you? what put that into your crazy brains?" And here she gave him four or five hearty cuffs on both sides of his head, which rang through the house. Then suddenly she "changed her hand, and checked her pride;" and letting go the buffeted bard, said, in more gentle accents, "So, sir, all your protestations of love have come to this! This is your generosity as a republican man, and your sympathy as a votary of literature! Begone, and never, never let me see your face again!" and she collapsed on the sofa.

"If that there an't a good assault and battery, I don't know;" said the attorney. "I wish I had a sealed common-plea writ in my pocket. My brother, missus, will be gone when he gets his damages, or bail; or we'll take you off to jail, in plaguy short metre, now I tell you."

"Dearest Phocion," said Mrs. Mansfield, "where is my Cologne!" M. Falconet flew to the mantel-piece, and brought a bottle from thence, some of which the lady emptied into a tumbler, and helping herself to some water, gulped it down.

The deputy sheriff, in the meantime, who had more sense, and, as I said before, more good breeding than any other party present, had drawn the excited and wrathful Mr. Mansfield into a corner, and held communion with him, which lasted for some minutes. The latter was overheard talking about the privileges of a member of Congress, and of those residing in an ambassador's hotel; but at length he seemed to cede the point in discussion, and turned doggedly towards the company. The officer requested the two brothers to be seated. The attorney leaned his chair back, at the usual angle of negligence, hoisted one foot on the front bar, and stretched the other leg over it, until that foot was parallel with his face. The poet sat leaning on a table, forming an illustration of the gap between anger and despair, in Collins's Ode to the Passions.

"Perhaps, gentlemen," said the officer, "there may be a compromise of this ugly matter, which will save the feelings of both parties."


Well," said the attorney, "Mr. Mansfield can plank five thousand dollars, half what I laid my damages at, and pay the costs."


"Five thousand sea serpents !" said Phocion. never saw as much as a quarter of it, in all your life."

"A quarter," said the poet, musing, and puzzling his brains with dividing five thousand by four, "that's thir

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