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 BY WAY OF INTRODUCTION wandering about, not seeking whom I might devour, like the rooks of the day, but seeking for persons to fill up my table, I fell in with the son of a certain general officer, and, as usual offered him pot luck, which he accepted, yet still remained in a stationary attitude at a post planted at the corner of a strect. I now looked at my watch, and percciving the hour of attack on roast beef and plum pudding approaching, I urged him to come away; still he lingered, and, when harder pressed, confessed that there was still a chance of a great man's riding by, this being near his time and beat, who gave splendid dinners and copious libations of French wine, and that he did not like to throw away a chance. I left him indignantly, but he appeared when dinner was begun, and so talked me into good humour that I forgave him; and he made up for lost time on my sirloin, where there was cut and come again. -A word to the wise-there are many guests of the same stamp A YoUNG HUNTE Previous to my father's building a riding-house in Carlisle Street (then King's Square Court), and publicly teaching equitation, his time was totally devoted to Lord Pembroke, who had a manège at his mansion in Whitehall. His lordship, who had long been known for his gallantry, and his opera manoeuvre when abroad with the beautiful Signora Crevelli, the first dancer at the Scala, Milan (which excited the mirth of all the English there), and who was the great attraction of the Italian Noblesse, &c.; but the care of the mother, who like the many who bring their daughters here for sale, depending on the best bidder, the mercenary madre expecting to raise her price, each shared alike that refusal, no one could say che