122 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
Nabob without children, who mar¬ 
ries his cook, and a foolish father, who 
announces his return with a second 
and beautiful wife as your step-mother 
—all this comes by post—and those 
appalling two super-positive raps at 
the hall door are, now-a-days, enough 
to throw a lady into a syncope. I 
do not wish to be harsh, but what is 
to become of the Postmaster General, 
of Sir Francis Freeling, and of the 
whole tribe of secretaries, I will 
hardly venture to mention. I should 
be sorry to be in their places when 
they are called to their account, and 
will have to receive all the return 
raps which have been given by their 
