...nday from the audience of dismission, she ran undressed from her bed into her aviary, to enjoy the spectacle of the fallen minister, and bless herself, at the old man's going away. The gallants of Whitehall crowded to talk to her in her bird-cage.—You, said they to her, as they glanced at the retiring chancellor, you are the bird of passage. The administration of the king's cabal followed. En...