The Book of Snobs

r: that canopy will be let down this evening for the comfort of the friends of Sir Alured and

ring when they appear in Hyde Park where Lady de Mogyns, as she sits upon her satin cushions, with her dwarf spaniel in her arm

re quartered at Pontydwdlm, where Marian wooed and won her De Mogyns, a young banker in the place. His attentions to Miss Flack at a race ball were such that her father said De Mogyns must either die on the field of hon

ng lent money to a R-y-l p-rs-n-ge. I do not believe it. The R-y-l

bloody hand of his scutcheon. It was not for many years after that he appeared as Sir Alured Mogyns Smyth de Mogyns, with a genealogy found out for him by the Editor of ‘Fluke’s Peerage,’ and which appears as follows in that work:—‘De Mogyns.— Sir Alured Mogyns Smyth, Second Baronet. This gentleman is a representative of one of the most ancient families of Wa

him descended directly the Princes of Pontydwdlm, Mogyn of the Golden Harp (see the Mabinogion of Lady Charlotte Guest,) Bogyn-Merodac-ap-Mogyn, (the black fiend son of Mogyn,) and a long list of bards and warriors, celebrated both in Wales and Armorica. T

for that borough, who had issue, Alured Mogyns Smyth, the present Baronet, who married Marian, daughter of the late general P. Flack, of Ballyflack, in the Kingdom of Ireland of the Cou

reversed of the second. Crest — a tom-tit ra

, his wife’s Irish relations; and whilst he was yet but heir-apparent, his house overflowed with claret and the national nectar, for the benefit of Hibernian relatives. Tom

the stray nobility, and seized young lords travelling with their bear-leaders. They gave parties at Naples, Rome, and Paris. They got a Royal Prince to att

nts which, as I am given to understand, reign in the fashionable world, may bless their stars that they at least are not FASHIONABLE Snobs. The intrigues set afoot by the De Mogyns to get the Duchess of Buckskin to her parties, would strike a Talleyrand with admiration. She had a brain fever

how, but she’s the only lady in the family)—‘when that wretched Polly Muggins was bringing out Blanche, with her radish of a nose, and her carrots of ringlets, and her turnip for a face, she was most anxious — as her

be crowded inconveniently,” says I; indeed she takes up as much r

E; I ask it for my blessed Blanche! a young creature in her first season, and not at your ball! My tender child will pine and die of vexatio

potato fund; you, who come out of the parish,” says I,

as be enough, deare

paid them; so I said, “Blanche may come, but not

ball came, the horrid woman made

the world have said?” cries my Lady Muggins: “my carriage is gone for Sir

d get your supper,” I answered, and so left he

k, after all my kindness to her, the wicked, vulgar, odious, impudent upstart of s cowboy’s granddaughter, has done?— she cu

s in gentility may be traced by the sets of friends whom she has courted, and made, and cut, and left behind her. She has strugg

her future honours; and is, after all, paymaster of her daughter’s fortunes. He is meek and content. He has been so long a gentleman that he is used to it, and acts the part of governor very well. In the d

s, and sighs for the days when a De Mogyns led the van of battle. He has written a little volume of spoony puny poems. He wears a lock of the hair of Laud,