It remains to conclude this, I fear unconscionably long, note, as the above letter is concluded, with the mention of ANOTHER BANQUET.  This banquet was given by the Bibliophiles to the NOBLE PRESIDENT of the Roxburghe Club, when the latter was at Paris in the Spring of the year 1820.  The Vice-President of the Roxburghe Club, who happened at the same time to be at Paris, also received the honour of an invitation.  The festival took place at Beauvilliers’, the modern Apicius of Parisian restorateurs.  About twelve guests sat down to table.  The Marquis de Chateaugiron was in the chair.  They assembled at six, and separated at half-past nine.  All that refinement and luxury could produce, was produced on the occasion.  Champagnes of different tints, and of different qualities—­lively like M. Langles, or still like Monsieur ****; fish, dressed as they dress it a la Rocher de Cancale—­ poultry, and pastry—­varied in form, and piquant in taste—­but better, and more palatable than either, conversation—­well regulated and instructive—­mingled with the most respectful attention to the ILLUSTRIOUS GUEST for whom the banquet had been prepared—­gave a charm and a “joyaunce” to the character of that festival—­which will not be easily effaced from the tablets of the narrator’s memory.  Where all shine pretty equally, it seems invidious to particularise.  Yet I may be allowed to notice the hearty urbanity of the Marquis, the thorough good humour and bibliomaniacal experience of the Comte d’Ourches, (who, ever and anon, would talk about an edition of Virgil’s Pastorals printed by Eggesteyn) the vivacious sallies of the Chevalier Langles, the keen yet circumspect remarks of the Comte Noailles, the vigilant attention and toast-stirring propensities of M.D. de Lancon, the Elzevirian enthusiasm of M. Berard, the ...  But enough ...  “Claudite jam rivos pueri—­sat prata biberunt.”

        [E] These Corks are yet (1829) in my possession:  preserved in an
        old wooden box, with ribs of iron, of the time of Louis XI.

        [F] The word here in the original is not clear.

[G] [They have now published FOUR VOLUMES, in royal 8vo. of singular beauty and splendour:  but the fourth vol. falls far short of its precursors in the intrinsic value of its contents.  The first volume is so scarce, as to have brought L20. at a sale in Paris.  I possess the three latter vols. only, by the kindness of the Society, in making me, with Earl Spencer, an Honorary Associate.]

[163] [The Reader must not break up with the party, until he has cast his
    eye upon the autograph of an Individual, of as high merit and
    distinction in the department which he occupies, as any to which he
    has yet been introduced.  It only remains to say—­it is the autograph
    of Mons.