224 MEMOIR OF DR. HARVEY. 



eat up what was left — the caterpillar after the cankerworm, 

 until she was forced to seek a temporary refuge in your 

 country. But there she landed only to die from the effects of 

 the long sea voyage ! a sad winding up to one of the old Irish 

 families, for she is the last of her race, her husband having only 

 taken the name of Martin on their marriage. 



I am glad to hear that M is to see a little society this 



winter, and shall look to hear of her first party, and whether it 

 is a " pink and white " one, or all the colours of the rainbow. 

 She will soon get tired, I fear, if she cannot join in the popular 

 dances ; but I quite agree with her taste in avoiding the Polka. 

 It cannot hold its ground I should hope much longer, and yet it 

 is hard to foretell how long a fashionable folly, be it ever so 

 ugly, will last. I suppose we must wait till the French send us 

 something better, or perhaps our friend the Pope may take it 

 into his head to regulate this matter for us. 



You never see the English papers, I suppose, or you would be 

 weary with the constant report of meetings and speeches about 

 the new Popish bishops. For the last month they have been 

 daily filled with the subject, and I heartily hope the result may 

 be that some good and sensible measures may be taken to put 

 the poor church in a state of organization, which will enable her 

 to meet the enemy. Nothing can be more anomalous than her 

 present situation. She has bishops, but without episcopal 

 power. No bishop can control his clergy except through the 

 civil courts, and then there are so many appeals from one court 

 to another, that it is ten to one but the bishops will be worsted 

 after having been put to enormous legal charges. How I wish 

 that we had an organization like the American church, and such 

 a wish is gaining ground amongst us. 



But I must not bore you with this matter, though here it is 

 almost the only thing talked of in all companies, and one on 

 which my thoughts have been pretty busy. What a hubbub 

 this Bull (which is only, as its name imports, a bubble) has 

 thrown us into — " hubble bubble, toil and trouble ! The Bull in 

 the china-shop was nothing to it. 



I hear that the London Zoological Society have already 

 "cleared" 10,000?. (50,000 dollars) profit by exhibiting the 

 Hippopotamus, and that they expected to clear half as much more 

 before the fashion should go by. Now as the admission is only 



