Grimm’s Ghost. *

The Culpeppers and the Dixons have made numerous and noticeable advances in the ways of haut ton, ¹ since I last had occasion to report progress on their proceedings. It is true they still ‘hang out,’ (as Ned Culpepper in his less refined moments phrases it), in Savage Gardens, – seeing that the leases of their respective residences have yet some years to run, and neither party has hitherto hit upon any effectual method of quickening the pace of those parchment ponies. But in default of being able to remove their domiciles to the desiderated purlieus of the Regent’s Park, they have done what they justly deem the next best thing, in transferring, as much as may be, the air of the said Park to / Savage Gardens. Not being at present in a condition to go to the mountain, they have contrived to make the mountain come to them. In short, by the aid of Mr. Parker’s patent cosmetic ² for the cure of cracks in the complexions of decaying walls, (which, by the bye, like all other cosmetics, requires to be ‘laid on with a trowel’) ³ , they have struck off a century from the seeming age of their now ‘modern antique’ dwellings, and made them as pretty illustrations as need be of ‘the Deformed Transformed.’ ⁴