lordship, the turtle and other delicious viands, and Mr. Toole behind
the central throne, bawling out to the assembled guests and dignitaries:
"My Lord So-and-so, my Lord What-d'ye-call-'im, my Lord Etcaetera, the
Lord Mayor pledges you all in a loving-cup." Then the noble proceedings
come to an end; Lord Simper proposes the ladies; the company rises from
table, and adjourns to coffee and muffins. The carriages of the nobility
and guests roll back to the West. The Egyptian Hall, so bright just now,
appears in a twilight glimmer, in which waiters are seen ransacking the
dessert, and rescuing the spoons. His lordship and the Lady Mayoress
go into their private apartments. The robes are doffed, the collar and
white ribbons are removed. The Mayor becomes a man, and is pretty surely
in a fluster about the speeches which he has just uttered; remembering
too well now, wretched creature, the principal points which he DIDN'T
make when he rose to speak. He goes to bed to headache, to care,
to repentance, and, I dare say, to a dose of something which his
body-physician has prescribed for him. And there are ever so many men in
the city who fancy that man happy!

Now, suppose that all through that 9th of November his lordship has
had a racking rheumatism, or a toothache, let us say, during all
dinner-time--through which he has been obliged to grin and mumble his
poor old speeches. Is he enviable? Would you like to change with his
lordship? Suppose that bumper which his golden footman brings him,
instead i'fackins of ypocras or canary, contains some abomination of
senna? Away! Remove the golden goblet, insidious cupbearer! You now
begin to perceive the gloomy moral which I am about to draw.

Last month we sang the song of glorification, and rode in the chariot of
triumph. It was all very well. It was right to huzza, and be thankful,
and cry, Bravo, our side! and besides, you know, there was the enjoyment