From the London Monthly Magazine.
LONDON REMANETS.
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Men ALWAYS sympathise with the suffer-
ing of girls more than those other own sex.
"Reatlv. nv dear, | pity these poor girls,
the M'Tangles," said Mr. Partington to his
lady, as he peeped through his telescope on
the Margate Pier head, in the vain hope OF
catching little smoke in the horizon, from
which to infer the coming OF the Eclipse
steam vessel. "There they are broillng IN
town this whole blessed summer-you
should ask one OF them down." 30 saying,
Mr. Partington tilted his Chinese straw hat
little more over his brow to shade his eyes
from the burning glare of Phebus. "Wh ny
as to that, my dear" answered his wife, we
have daughters of our own to dispose OF -
and don't YOU remember how Sally VI Ian
| gle took the first in duett of Con un ARIA
with Colonel Nightingale, after he had tried
| it with our daughter Fanny, aud had found
that the poor girl could not get on with it'
I have never had good opinion OF the fam
| lily since" This, of course, settled the mat
ter.


A word with Mr.. Partington about his
phrase 'broiling in town. am a town man
myself, and think it my duty to stand up
for my own metropolis. Why should the
M'Tangles broil, because they happen to be
in town. For my part | can only say that
when was last at Ramsgate was broied
pretty handsomely. ! took walk upon the
! Lighthouse Pier, and light house pier 1t
was; nv face was like Lord Kelly's, whom
Foote solicited to lock over his garden wall
| to ripen his melons; Saint Laurence was a
sprat to me. On my return to town, took
a boat from Cherry Garden Stairs to White
hall; to do which had to walk down Bo-
tolph lane. The street was Delightfully."- mar
row, the sun could not enter, but a column
of air could; and I was regaled by the gar
den scent of oranges and lemons in the ad-
Joining warehouses. Let us hear no more ct
broiling in town. From that time forth |
have always set down my cause as Lon
don Remanet. The fact is. that Mrs.
M'Taugle has let me into her confidence,
knowing, that never published II met her
of all places in the world in private box at
Adelphia Theatre, witnessing the represen-
tation of Long Tom Coffin, by +. L. Cooke;
and very clever representation is. "You
never come near us now," eJaculated Mrs.
M'Tangle, in one of her most mellifluent
moods-Knowing that l was past praying
for in the matrimonial line, l felt puzzled
to account for this sudden predilection.--
However, it was settled that should dine
with her on the "Wednesday following. when
I accordingly met three or four young men
"a great deal too young for me, but by no
means too young for the Mesdemoisclles
M'Tangle. We had the usual lures. Tom
Gisbone, who had made good deal of mo-
ney by Mexican scrip, was asked by Miss
M'rangle if he would not have some love
sauce with his muffin pudding. George Ju
niper, rising wine and brandy merchant,
sang after dinner,


sMy spirits are mounting, my hearts full OF
glee,"-


(cause and effect in one line,) which Jane
M'Tangle pronounced to be the hest song
she ever heard in her life; and Sarah, the
youngest, undismayed by her former failure
in "Con un Aria," consented to take the first
in the "Witches' Glee," composed by King,
if Mr.. Parsons (son and heir to Sir Pere-
grine Parsons) would take the second.
found by comparing little circumstances to-


