3G "a fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind." 



Mrs. Heartall : " Why, my dear, I will tell you 

 how this arose. You know till lately I always kept 

 my own horses, and when, poor dear thing, she was 

 obliged to give up her carriage, behig a very, very 

 old friend, and having received a great deal of kind- 

 ness from her when 1 was a girl, whenever I invited 

 her I was forced to send my horses for her, for it is 

 not flattering to see No. 527. drive up to one's door ; 

 so in pity to my poor horses, I was obliged to cut 

 her ; but now, as / job liorses while I am in town, it 

 does not matter, I can always send for her, and send 

 her home." 



Who would not be a friend or even one of a pair 

 of jobs to a woman ^vhose feelings were of so high a 

 tone! Reader, didst never meet amid a certain clique 

 one possessed of such ? Perhaps not. I can only say 

 one of my family, mentioned here as Mrs. Feel-our- 

 frowns, did, and I here have given the true anec- 

 dote. 



Let the charming ]Miss Bobbinet condescend to ac- 

 company the ever-fascinating Mr. Staytape in a gig 

 to dine at Richmond, what would she think of him if 

 he crawled along eight miles an hour, allowing them- 

 selves to be passed on the road — would she not think 

 him a pitiful fellow ? The whole pleasure of the 

 thing would be destroyed ; while, on the contrary, he 

 rises in her estimation every time he gives others, as 

 they jointly call it, the go-by, the rapidity in their 

 estimation showing the superiority of the equipage. 

 The feathers fly backwards, as if in derision of those 

 left behind ; the showy and many-coloured shawl 

 flutters in emulation of the plumes, and the ribbons 

 in interposition rustle with pride and delight — for 

 who ever saw an underbred female j^roperly dressed 



