and they neither of them appeared. They are so busy learning to make
shoes that they can think of nothing else, and all engagements are
forgotten.

The new opera last night was excellent. The _Chasse of Henri Quatre_
when we had _Viva, Viva, Nostro Re_, there was universal applause, and
it was with spirit encored. The dancing excellent. Miss Gaylon does
not dance after Saturday, as she is to marry a Mr Murray, a clergyman.

Knox is gone to Ireland; I believe heartily glad to get from his
Mamma's introductions. When he was introduced to the Duke of
Gloucester, H.R.H. inquired what profession he was brought up to--and
at the reply exclaimed--"What, _no_ profession!" Mrs Knox, who
had presented him as an eldest son, coloured.

I must conclude with an extract from the papers:--

"A few days ago was married by special license, at St George's Church,
Hanover Square, Mr Tho. Kay of Hickleton, near Doncaster, farrier and
blacksmith, to Miss Sarah Walker, of Upper Grosvenor Street, London."

The enclosed paragraph I send you, because the lady is my _laundry-
maid_, and is at this moment at the wash-tub. She chose to marry a
day or two before I came to Town, to the rare annoyance of my footman,
Robert, as there had long been an attachment between them, though she
is old enough for his mother. She has now announced her decision to
the fashionable world.


Meanwhile the visit to Ireland does not seem to have been altogether happy