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FricaSsEE. Of the various characters I assumed at the masquerades, some where the head was to keep pace (tongue) with the head, one was a dancing pagsan. Here silence occasionally gave way to the heels, a pas de deua different to all others. D'Egville (the father of our excellent ballet master, we were all indebted to for so much amusement, as well as his numerous scholars, who exhibited their graces) dressed as a French cook, myself en jupon, a Flemish woman, both of us en sabots (wooden shoes), danced the fricassee, a favourite amusement of the French peasants, the noise of our sabots keeping pace with the music; whilst at intervals, the clapping of our hands, and our grotesque costume, such a novelty was the more pleasing, as varying the evening's amusements. Old D'Egville, who, although he had been many years in this country, was not merely contented with displaying the “ fantastic toe," but by way of keeping up his character as a Frenchman, must speak broken English; his attempt, not so well as he spoke it in the morning. Many of the John Bulls there, would have beat the Frenchman at his own game, whilst I was continually in motion, preferring the sound of wooden shoes to the patois flamand When Sirwas introduced to the honours of the metro- politan shrievalty and of knighthood, he became drawn out of that close application to business to which he had laudably devoted his earliest days. The first fashionable invitation he received, was from Lady B, a civic dame, the wife of a former sheriff. It was to an At Home;" and at nine o'cloclk Sirwaited on my lady, to express his regret that he 58