to the Rev.
Charles Honeyman to take his head off, and made an excellent likeness in chalk
of his uncle - that one, in fact, from which the print was taken which you may
see any day at Hogarth's, in the Haymarket, along with a whole regiment of
British divines. Charles became so friendly that he was constantly coming to
Charlotte Street, once or twice a week.
    Mr. and Mrs. Sherrick came to look at the drawing, and were charmed with it;
and when Rosey was sitting, they came to see her portrait, which again was not
quite so successful. One Monday, the Sherricks and Honeyman too happened to call
to see the picture of Rosey, who trotted over with her uncle to Clive's studio;
and they all had a great laugh at a paragraph in the Pall Mall Gazette,
evidently from F.B.'s hand, to the following effect: -
 
        »Conversion in High Life. - A foreign nobleman of princely rank, who has
        married an English lady, and has resided among us for some time, is
        likely, we hear and trust, to join the English Church. The Prince de
        M-ntc-nt-r has been a constant attendant at Lady Whittlesea's chapel, of
        which the Rev. C. Honeyman is the eloquent incumbent; and it is said
        this sound and talented divine has been the means of awakening the
        Prince to a sense of the erroneous doctrines in which he has been bred.
        His ancestors were Protestant, and fought by the side of Henry IV. at
        Ivry. In Louis the Fourteenth's time, they adopted the religion of that
        persecuting monarch. We sincerely trust that the present heir of the
        house of Ivry will see fit to return to the creed which his forefathers
        so unfortunately abjured.«
 
The ladies received this news with perfect gravity, and Charles uttered a meek
wish that it might prove true. As they went away, they offered more
hospitalities to Clive and Mr. Binnie and his niece. They liked the music -
would they not come and hear it again?
    When they had departed with Mr. Honeyman, Clive could not help saying to
Uncle James, »Why are those people always coming here, praising me, and asking
me to dinner? Do you know, I can't help thinking that they rather want me as a
pretender for Miss Sherrick?«
    Binnie burst into a loud guffaw, and cried out, »O vanitas vanitawtum!«
Rosey laughed too.
    »I don't think it any joke at all,« said