All empires, orian, are doomed to cions. Luxury and innovation creep in, factions arise, and families noion and intrigues tem into confusion.

    tter days ranquillity of Little Britain been grievously disturbed and its golden simplicity of manners tened otal subversion by tired butcher.

    t ttle Britain, and everybody endance on t oric over it; tely smitten  up a one- a bit of gold lace round t, and alk and detestation of to play at Pope-Joan or blindmans-buff; t quadrilles, ain; and took to reading novels, talking bad Frencoo, o an attorney, set up for a dandy and a critic, cers o unknos, and alking about Kean, t;Edinburg;

    ill o o invite any of t t deal of genteel company from ts to. tance from Grays Inn Lane and ton Garden, and not less ters. t to be forgotten or forgiven. All Little Britain tling and jingling of  be seen popping t-caps out at every c of virulent old cronies t kept a look-out from a  opposite tired butcicised every one t knocked at the door.

    t open o say to t is true t Mrs. Lamb, y acquaintance, tle ea-junketings to some of ;quite,quot; as s;in a friendly ; and it is equally true t ations ed, in spite of all previous voo trary. Nay, t and be deligo strum an Irisen erest to Mrs. Lambs anecdotes of Alderman Plunkets family, of Portsoken ard, and timberlakes, tc ted tes by canvassing at t gossiping convocation everyt  all to pieces.

    t could not be made fasired butc Lamb, in spite of  ty old fellotled like   ters alleman, addressed