The things we do!

Many causes have contributed to bring him
to his present melancholy strait. When you go to Lady Whittlesea's Chapel
now, it is by no means crowded. Gaps are in the pews: there is not the
least difficulty in getting a snug place near the pulpit, whence the
preacher can look over his pocket-handkerchief and see Lord Dozeley no
more: his lordship has long gone to sleep elsewhere and a host of the
fashionable faithful have migrated too. The incumbent can no more cast
his fine eyes upon the French bonnets of the female aristocracy and see
some of the loveliest faces in Mayfair regarding his with expressions of
admiration. Actual dowdy tradesmen of the neighbourhood are seated with
their families in the aisles: Ridley and his wife and son have one of the
very best seats. To be sure Ridley looks like a nobleman, with his large
waistcoat, bald head, and gilt book: J. J. has a fine head; but Mrs.
Ridley! cook and housekeeper is written on her round face. The music is
by no means of its former good quality.


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