on past success, he determined to appeal to his fortune, and already in imagination considered himself sole lord and master of the affections of the beautiful Cephalis.
Mr. Escot and Mr. Foster were the only two of the party who had entered the library (to which the ladies had retired, and which was interior to the music-room) in a state of perfect sobriety. Mr. Escot had placed himself next to the beautiful Cephalis: Mr. Cranium had laid aside much of the terror of his frown: the short craniological conversation, which had passed between him and Mr. Escot, had softened his heart in his favour; and the copious libations of Burgundy in which he had indulged, had smoothed his brow into unusual serenity.
Mr. Foster placed himself near the lovely Caprioletta, whose artless and innocent con-
