to exhibit this curiosity at one of her assemblies. She asked eagerly:
"Would it do for a lion for to-night?"
"Well, I think, hardly."
"But surely it would, if it is in spirits."
Off drove the indefatigable Lady Cork to Sir A. Carlisle's; he was not at home, and the following conversation took place between her and the servant—
"There's no child here, madam."
"But," cried Lady Cork, "I mean the child in the bottle."
"Oh, this isn't the place where we bottle the children, madam, that is in the master's workshop."
She always signed herself "M. Cork and Orrery," which once caused an amusing mistake on the part of a furniture dealer. Lady Cork, having seen something in his window which took her fancy, wrote to him to send her what she wanted. His answer was as follows—"D.B. not having any dealings with 'M. Cork and Orrery,' begs to have a more explicit order, finding that the house is not known in the trade."
Talking of her conversaziones, she said, "My dear, I have pink evenings for the exclusives, blue for the literary, and grey for the religious; I have them all in their turns; then I have one party of all sorts, but I have no name for that."
Quite the best description of one of Lady Cork's
