quarter's allowance in giving Buckram a single dinner; but he knew
there was always pardon for him for extravagance in such a cause; and a
ten-pound note always came to him from home when he mentioned Buckram's
name in a letter. What wild visions entered the brains of Mrs. Podge
and Miss Podge, the wife and daughter of the Principal of Lord Buckram's
College, I don't know, but that reverend old gentleman was too profound
a flunkey by nature ever for one minute to think that a child of his
could marry a nobleman. He therefore hastened on his daughter's union
with Professor Crab.

When Lord Buckram, after taking his honorary degree, (for Alma Mater is
a Snob, too, and truckles to a Lord like the rest,)--when Lord Buckram
went abroad to finish his education, you all know what dangers he ran,
and what numbers of caps were set at him. Lady Leach and her daughters
followed him from Paris to Rome, and from Rome to Baden-Baden;
Miss Leggitt burst into tears before his face when he announced his
determination to quit Naples, and fainted on the neck of her mamma:
Captain Macdragon, of Macdragonstown, County Tipperary, called upon
him to 'explene his intintions with respect to his sisther, Miss Amalia
Macdragon, of Macdragonstown,' and proposed to shoot him unless he
married that spotless and beautiful young creature, who was afterwards
led to the altar by Mr. Muff, at Cheltenham. If perseverance and forty
thousand pounds down could have tempted him, Miss Lydia Croesus would
certainly have been Lady Buckram. Count Towrowski was glad to take her
with half the meney, as all the genteel world knows.

And now, perhaps, the reader is anxious to know what sort of a man
this is who wounded so many ladies' hearts, and who has been such a
prodigious favourite with men. If we were to describe him it would be
personal. Besides, it really does not matter in the least what sort of a