My introductions into society in this place, have been mostly through the intervention of the men of high literary character, and these are here, as everywhere, the greatest, that is to say, the most contemptuous enemies the Blue-stocking tribe has to encounter. Last night, however, I was present at a small rout, or conversatione, which, although the lady of the house is by no means a Blue-stocking, had not a little of the appearance of a Blue-stocking party about it. A number of the principal Bas bleus were there, and a considerable proportion of the literati, small and great, were, of course, in attendance. In short, I suspect it was as near an approach to the true and genuine scene, as I am likely to have an opportunity of observing.

I was ushered into a room decently crowded with very well-drest people, and not having any suspicion that much amusement was likely to be had, I privately intended to make my bow to Mrs and retire as soon as possible-for I had left a very snug party over their claret at my friend W's, and certainly thought I could spend the rest of the evening more agreeably with them, than at any such rout as I had yet met with in Edinburgh. I had not been

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long in the room, however, when I heard Mr Jelay announced, and as I had not seen him for some time, I resolved to stay, and, if possible, enjoy a little of his conversation in some corner. When he entered, I confess I was a good deal struck with the different figure he made from what I had seen at Cg Ck. Instead of the slovenly set-out which he then sported the green jacket, black neckcloth, and grey pantaloons-I have seldom seen a man more nice in his exterior than Mr Je now seemed to be. His little person looked very neat in the way he had now adorned it. He had a very well-cut blue coat-evidently not after the design of any Edinburgh artist-light kerseymere breeches, and ribbed silk stockings-a pair of elegant buckles - white kid gloves, and a tri-color watch-ribbon, He held his hat under his arm in a very degagée manner-and altogether he was certainly one of the last men in the assembly, whom a stranger would have guessed to be either a great lawyer or a great reviewer. In short, he was more of a Dandy than any great author I ever saw-always excepting Tom Moore and David Williams.

Immediately after him, Dr Buscame into

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the room, equipped in an equally fashionable, though not quite so splendid manner, and smiling on all around with the same mild, gentle air, which I had observed on his entrance to his Lecture-room. Close upon his heels followed Professor L, with a large moss-rose in his bosom. The Professor made his obeisance to one or two ladies that stood near him, and then fixing himself close by the fire-place, assumed an aspect of blank abstraction, which lasted for many minutes without the least alteration. The expression of his massy features and large grey eyes, rolling about while he stood in this atti, tude, was so solemn, that nothing could have formed a more amusing contrast to the light and smiling physiognomies of the less contemplative persons around him. I saw that Mr Je was eyeing him all the while with a very quizzical air, and indeed heard him whisper something about heat, to Lady , with whom he was conversing, which I fear could have been nothing more innocent than some sarcasm against the ru minating philosopher. For my part, I now per ceived plainly, that I was in a rout of no ordinary character, and, rubbing my spectacles, prepared to make the best use of my time.

While I was studying very attentively, the fine hemispherical developement of the organ of Causality, in the superior part of Mr. L's head, I heard the name of the Earl of Bon travelling up the stair case, from the mouth of one lackey to that of another, and looked round with some curiosity to see the brother of the celebrated Chancellor E His lordship came into the room with a quick and hurried step, which one would not have expected from the venerable appearance of his white hairs the finest white hairs, by the way, I ever saw, and curling in beautiful ringlets all down his shoulders. I could easily trace a strong family resemblance to his brother, although the Earl has much the advantage, in so far as mere beauty of lineament is concerned. I do not remember to have seen a more exquisite old head, and think it is no wonder that so many portraits have been painted of him by the artists of Edinburgh. The features are all perfect; but the greatest beauty is in his clear blue eyes, which are chased in his head in a way that might teach something to the best sculptor in the world. Neither is there any want of expression in these fine features; although, indeed, they are very far from

conveying anything like the same ideas of power and penetration, which fall from the overhanging shaggy eye-brows of his brother. The person of the old Earl is also very good; his legs, in particular, are well shaped, and wonderfully muscular in their appearance, considering their length of service.

*He ran up immediately to Professor L with whom he seemed to be on terms of infinite familiarity, and began to talk about the new plan for a Grand National Monument in Scotland, in honour of the conclusion of the late war. "My dear Professor," said he," you must really subscribe-your name, you know, merely your name. As the Duke of Sussex says to myself, in a letter I received from his Royal Highness only this morning, upon this very subject-Lady Bush's nephew is aide-de-camp to his Royal Highness, and he is particularly kind and attentive on my account-His Royal Highness says, he has just taken the liberty (he does me too much honour,) to put me down as one of the committee. My dear Lord By are his Royal Highness's words, we positively can't go on without you-you must give us your name-Now do, Professor, do give us your name." And then, without looking or waiting for the worthy Pro