to know the other two: him I now find to have been the Prince

Of his Majesty's supper with the Officers that Wednesday, we are

left to think how brilliant it was: his Majesty, we hear farther,

went to the Opera that night,--the Polichinello or whatever the

"Italian COMODIE" was;--"and a little girl came to his box with

two lottery-tickets fifteen pence each, begging the foreign

Gentleman for the love of Heaven to buy them of her; which he did,

tearing them up at once, and giving the poor creature four