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' **' Neither! why bless and save me, that is odd! for Mr. Dudley always 

 takes soup, particularly when I make it.' 



" ' I have not the least doubt of its being excellent, ma'am, but I never take 

 soup.' 



" ' Then I won't press you, my lord. There is chickens and bacon, there 

 is minced-veal and tongue, there is fish and beef coming in : call for wha' 

 you please, my lord.' 



" ' Thank you, ma'am ; I will trouble Miss Beauclerk for some chicken.' 



"' Miss Beauclerk, honey, can you cut up a chicken?' 



" ' I will try, ma'am.' 



" ' If you can't, Hope will ; she carves elegant.' 



" ' Miss Beauclerk, permit Miss Hope Dudley to carve ; I shall be most 

 happy to be helped by so fine a lady.' 



" ' Your politeness, my lord, is only equalled by your condescension,' said 

 Mr. Dudley, as he took the chicken himself and cut it up. 



" ' My lord, there is bottled beer and draught beer, there is bottled cider 

 and draught cider, there is spruce-beer and porter : call for what you like,' 

 said Mrs. Dudley, with a bone of chicken in her hand, which she was picking. 



" ' I will take some cider, thank you, ma'am.' 



" ' Which cider, my lord ?' 



"'Which you please, ma'am.' 



" 'Then, Patrick, help Lord Portland to some draught cider. I don't think, 

 Mr. Dudley, the new plan in bottling that cask of cider answered ; it turned 

 quite black and sour.' 



'"Have patience, Mrs. Dudley; I engage it will clear and sweeten yet/ 

 replied Mr. Dudley crossly to his better half, who, busily engaged in forcing 

 Lord Portland to eat of every thing at table, did not seem to mind him. 



" ' Do you ever eat tripes, my lord ?' 



" ' Never, ma'am.' 



*' ' For if you did, I could recommend that dish of 'em. Mr. Dudley doats 

 upon tripes and cow-heel.' 



" ' Does he ? I believe they are very good for those who like them.' 



" ' They are, though I hear they isn't a company dish now.' 



" ' Really, ma'am, I cannot say.' 



" ' Indeed. I didn't believe whoever it was told me, for I know the king, 

 George the Third, was uncommon fond of 'em.' 



"'I never remember to have heard of his majesty's professing such ? 

 fancy,' said the earl, with a smile. 



" ' Now, didn't you ? why then, indeed, it is a positive fact/ 



" ' Very possibly, ma'am. Miss Beauclerk, allow me the honour of taking 

 wine with you.' 



" ' But, my lord, is it possible you never heard of his majesty's liking tripe 

 and cow-heel ?' said Mrs. Dudley again. 



" ' Never, 'pon my honour ; I assure you, ma'am, I never heard it.' 



" ' Well, as a proof of it, my brother, Mr. Cormick (he was the great Mr. 

 Cormick of Dublin I am sure you often heard of him, my lord), went to pay 

 a visit to the king one morning (for my brother was uncommon intimate with 

 the king), and after a good deal of chat on one thing or another, he said, 

 * Mr. Cormick,' says he, ' did you seen the queen to-day ?' ' No, please your 

 majesty,' says he ; upon which the king opened the door of an inner room, 

 and called the queen. She came out with a pack of cards in her hand, and 

 started back when she saw a stranger, as she supposed. * Oh, never mind, 

 my dear !' says the king ; ' 'tis only Casey and I* (for my brother's name was 

 Casby, and his intimates always called him Casey). 'How do you do, Mr, 

 Cormick ?' says the queen, shaking hands with him ; ' won't you take a glass 

 of wine this morning?' 'No, I thank you,' says Casey. ' Do,' says she; 

 ' 'tis in the room.' ' I'd rather not,' says he ; for he was as abstemious a man 

 as ever lived. ' Well,' says she, ' I am sorry for it, and sorrv, too, that I can't 



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