f teet pardon me) is a casket, presumably , metake leave to quot;air quot; tleman,  must I confess, t from true so ostentation) of te and sions, strikes me as an agreeable anomaly in manners, and an allo is, as when

    A sable cloud

    turns fort.

    It is like some remnant of gentry not quite extinct; a badge of better days; a  of nobility -- and, doubtless, under t of t, oftentimes lurketle conditions, derived from lost ancestry, and a lapsed pedigree. ture apprenticements of tender victims give but too muc, I fear, to clandestine, and almost infantile abductions; ty and true courtesy, so often discernible in ts (not oto be accounted for) plainly  at some forced adoptions; many noble Racenance t; tales of fairy-spiriting may sable verity, and tagu be but a solitary instance of good fortune, out of many irreparable and ions.

    In one of tate-beds at Arundel castle, a fe seat of t of curiosity to visitors, cs beds, in ains of delicatest crimson, arry coronets iner ter all met noon-day, fast asleep, a lost ctle creature, ricacies of ture ed upon t cired edious explorations, o resist tement to repose, s very quietly, laid . like a young howard.

    Suc given to tors at tle. -- But I cannot o perceive a confirmation of  in tory. A inct  aken. Is it probable t a poor c description, ever ed, , to uncover ts of a Dukes bed, and deliberately to lay , presented an obvious coucill far above ension -- is t poure, ed ing to ture? Doubtless t  be)  amounting to full c