knaves-he never lets a Sunday pass without piously attending church.

The money thus got, through this long life of iniquity, was by
Madame Flamingo handed over to the Prince, in exchange for his heart
and the title she had been deluded to believe him capable of
conferring. Her reverence for Princes and exiled heroes, (who are
generally exiled humbugs,) was not one jot less than that so
pitiably exhibited by our self-dubbed fashionable society all over
this Union. It may be well to add, that this distinguished couple,
all smiling and loving, are on their way to Europe, where they are
sure of receiving the attentions of any quantity of "crowned heads."
Mr. Snivel, in order not to let the affair lack that eclat which is
the crowning point in matters of high life, got smuggled into the
columns of the highly respectable and very authentic old "Courier,"
a line or two, in which the fashionable world was thrown into a
flutter by the announcement that Prince Grouski and his wealthy
bride left yesterday, en route for Europe. This bit of gossip the
"New York Herald" caught up and duly itemised, for the benefit of
its upper-ten readers, who, as may be easily imagined, were all on
tip-toe to know the address of visitors so distinguished, and leave
cards.

Mrs. Swiggs has (we must return to her mission) scarcely set foot on
shore, when, thanks to a little-headed corporation, she is fairly
set upon by a dozen or more villanous hack-drivers, each dangling
his whip in her face, to the no small danger of her bonnet and
spectacles. They jostle her, utter vile imprecations, dispute for
the right of carrying her, each in his turn offering to do it a
shilling less. Lady Swiggs is indeed an important individual in the
hands of the hack-drivers, and by them, in a fair way of being torn