sensible mind. He never can forget him, he says, "dum memor ipse mei;" but then, as if recollecting that the period or proportion of his existence to which this refers is not very extensive, he adds, which includes the remaining portion of his life," dum spiritus hos regit artus.”

A report was very prevalent in the course of the evening, that Mr. President Canning had, without any new application, been relieved of the wart, by its suddenly dropping off, or disappear

ing-a rumour which we could not trace to any accurate source of intelligence. If it shall prove correct, it will be a strong testimony to the sagacity of Mr. Hiley.

MR. J. W. WARD'S SONG AT THE RAT CLUB.

April 2, 1817.

I'VE spoke and I've voted with all sorts of parties, Chopp'd and chang'd right about, d'ye see; Since I know then from honour to profit how far 't is, Be GEORGE CANNING the leader,

GEORGE CANNING the leader,

GEORGE CANNING the leader for me.

I've waltz'd and I've flirted with all the fine Ladies,

But they like not a rat, d'

ye see;

Then away with grand dames, and, since ratting our

trade is,

Mother LEACH my own true love,

Mother LEACH my own true love,

Mother LEACH my own true love shall be.

EVENT IN HIGH LIFE.

[FROM A WELL-KNOWN MORNING PRINT.]

April 3, 1817.

WE hasten to announce to our readers the return of Earl Ratte to the native country, of which he is the ornament. This highly esteemed youngfashionable-accomplished-thin Nobleman, had set out to be in time for the distinguished Club to which he belongs, but, owing to contrary winds, was too late-in consequence of which, it is thought that another meeting will soon be held. On so delicate a question, far be it from us to pro

nounce a decided opinion--but upon the great merits of Lord Ratte there can be but one opinion. He has visited various parts of the Continent, and in all has equally distinguished biniself, especially in the accomplishments peculiarly belonging to the Society referred to. A lively French woman of celebrity, indeed, on hearing of his exploits, remarked of him—" Mais c'est LE RAT par excellence!"-alluding to his Lordship's name and nature.

Although the cares aud duties of the married state may seem incompatible with those which he owes to the Club, we are nevertheless assured that a matrimonial alliance is on the tapis between the Earl and a Lady of known accomplishments; we believe Mrs. Leech. The completion of at project so flattering to his hopes and wishes, only waits the consent of his venerable mother, the Marchioness of Ratford, who had other views for him.

MINISTERIAL FRACAS.

April 4, 1817.

We hear that a serious difference has manifested itself among H. M. confidential servants, in cousequence of H. R. H. the P. R. requiring them to change their livery. He had been graciously pleased to invent a new garb for those excellent persons, which report speaks of as superb *. The coat was of light blue, with pink cuffs, rich crimson collar, and gorge de pigeon silk lining. The waistcoat, black and white broad stripes alternately. The breeches bright yellow plush, and the stockings black with silver clocks. The bat and shoes white, the former with a red and black plume, and the whole to be worn with long canes, instead of swords, as heretofore; and a permission is given to wear gloves, contrary to strict etiquette, so they be of "caca du Dauphin.”

* His R. H. had actually arranged a dress-uniform for his Ministers, but, owing to their sturdy resistance, it was never exhibited to the eyes of an admiring Court.

When the orders were issued for putting on this beautiful and splendid attire, and His R. H. expected a duteous and joyful acquiescence, his surprise was great to find a refusal couched in " respectful but firm' terms," and conveyed in the shape of what is vulgarly called a Round Robin. After the various services performed by these great characters, and the innumerable dresses and disguises in which they had been arrayed, this resistance has been the source of infinite speculation and astonishment. We hope soon to have a copy of the Document before us; but, in the mean time, it is a great disappointment to those who had hoped to view Mr. Hiley and Mr. Bragge so fine, that "Solomon in all his glory certainly was not like one of them."

THE RATFORD PEERAGE.

April 21, 1817.

We have received several letters from Members of the Rat Club, filled with anxious inquiries in Consequence of a paragraph that lately appeared