The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 312: what you’re looking at

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—— eee Tea a acne ; == THE MYSTERIES, 297 eee “4 shali be anxiously expecting you, Tim,” said be Prince, extending his hand.to his friend. Meagles took his departure ; and the heir-apparent, ‘her cogitating for some minutes upon the successful weue of the trip to Windsor, penned a brief note to Me. Brace, informing her that he intended to pay ber a visit in the evening and that he should pass the night at her house provided she could induce the beautiful Camilla Morton to share his couch. Having despatched this letter to the accom- ing milliner, his Royal Highness lay down apon a sofa to indulge in a doze until dinner-time. A sort of half-waking dreamy slumber came slowly upon him—and, while having his eyes shut, he pur- sued a continuous train of reflections,—wondering whether he should really ever wear the English crown —and if he did, how the people could be such fools as to let him—and if he did not, what it might be that would prevent him—whether a revolution at aome, a the propagandism of republicanism from “enen N France. Then he thought of the numerous prools which the history of the past and the occurrences of the present aflorded of the rapid decay of monarchical institutions; and he began to calculate how long the system was likely to last in thiscountry. Ultimately, he indulged in a tolerably hearty chuckle at the des- picable folly of that long-eared jackass John Bull, who submits to be pillaged and plundered on,all sides with so good a grace ;—and having thus vented his mirth at the expense of those who were one day to become his subjects—or rather his slaves—he went off into a sound sleep, from which Germain awoke him at about eight o'clock. This Leviathan of voluptuousness, profligacy, and scoundrelism, — this diabolical miscreant whose statue stands in Trafalgar Square as a flagrant in- sult to the People of Great Britain, and a shame ana a scandal to civilisation itself,—this Prince of Wales, having dressed himself for dinner, sate down alone to the repast, and by means of the bottle whiled away OONRANKA ateilo) SS COMM