text:  Lady L---- and Lady B---- may be very well as patronesses of Almack's; but what do you say to Lady J---- a plebeian and a licensed dealer in money keeping her shop by deputy in a lane somewhere behind Cornhill? Almack's as every body knows who has been there or who has talked with any observing _habitue_ of the place contains a great many queer spurious people smuggled in somehow by indirect influence when royal command is not the least effectual: a surprizing number of seedy poverty-stricken young men and in an inverse ratio women who have any thing more than the clothes they wear: yet by mere dint of difficulty by the simple circumstance of making admission to this assembly a matter of closeting canvassing balloting black-balling and so forth people of much better fashion than many of the exclusives make it a matter of life and death to have their admission secured