seers compelled to stare at (if not panegyrise their pranks there, chamber-maids be slily whispered with-brawls ferociously fomented— heads smashed of hostlers (who may not retaliate) -gate-keepers, in their doomed blankets, after midnight, drenched with pails of water-knockers abstracted-lamps demolished-yells expectorated -and decorum and decency outraged, with toilsome invention."

"Right as the needle!"" said St. Leger: "and the opposition between excitableness and self-control," etc. he proceeded, designedly for Aspic's seduction to his beloved doctrines of the Porch the censor's inconsistency affording Berkeley's goût for the ridiculous daintiest food: nor was he disappointed.

From a prolix tirade upon subjugation to tomfooleries, Aspic lanced those whom ordinary casualties could ruffle-and would have digressed more latitudinously but for Emile's divers engage

ments.

"If you procrastinate them, an instant, (except Great Britain incur damage,) I'll be with you. Rejoicing in two new acquisitions, to-day—a valet and pair of boots-I can try them together." Entertaining hang-man!" observed Berkeley,

as the cross-door shut: "a sort of misanthrope' -saith Smollett-'from whence you may suppose him to be a man of Integrity and Freedom.""

"Perchance he has had calamities we wot not of-and, lately, his daughter; we should concede something. The maxim's mine of 'good in everything."

"Oh! I don't dislike him at all. It's a deduction, he 'delights,' because he 'lashes, the age."" "D-nation!" cried Aspic from within-"it's pinching to distraction !-pull-sacré !—valet d' enfer!-oh! malheureux-I'm madden'-arrachez, tout-à-why d'ye st'-fils du diable ; -scélérat—I'm murdering!-d-d dolt, acceptez donc

Berkeley hasted at happy time to witness the valet stooping in Herculean tug above the tenacious boot, and Aspic administering incessant kicks with the unfettered limb to his back and ribs; till, in fine, the other foot being extricated, he condensed his energies into a parting monition, and the stricken caitiff rolled, over heels, until the walls checkt evolution.

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Euge!" cried Berkeley to Villiers, in roars. "Sketch from life!' Byron-Milton outdone! Aspic Agonistes !"

But the valet's objurgations!" A Frenchman had never been insulted so, before! c'étoit une tache irreparable! ver' dam usage!-que sont coquins, ces Anglais !—pardon, jamais―traitement -mauvais-que vous avez fait!" With diplomatic difficulty, St. Leger beguiled him forth, unpacified, sputtering; while heat, infuriation, and torment so overwhelmed Aspic, that he professed immobility except towards bed.

In the street again-" Whither now?" St. Leger said.

"First to Meurice's; secondly, to De Préville's; thirdly, to Monsieur G's; fourthly— "Enough, enough! I would not fill your place for millions!

'Melancholy marks thee for her own'

indeed! Besides, I've an assignation

'Where all looks flowery, wild, and sweet,
And nought but Love'

(read 'St. Leger)

's wanting.'

But"-added he, with a wink—

"Je crois, sans trop juger en béte,

Que vous avez encor quelque amourette en téte:'

Céleste eh? But you're right-the true pleasure of loving is in change.* Be the baron's crown of stout material!-Out upon the sex! its self-debasement warrants our unrelentingness."

"By what reasoning, then," said Villiers, steadily, "do you exonerate, in man, the frailty you asperse in woman ?"

"The world's must suffice you," said he (not pronouncing that numeral without some qualifying scorn)—“because in the former it may be secreted -in the latter it must become blazoned.— Adieu!"

"The world's?" pondered Villiers-"and these are its ethics!-Wrong act is, in itself, irreprehensible it is consequences only that constitute crime !"

* A sentiment of Corneille's Don Juan.

No. 10.-In which the tragedy seems suspended.

Why, very well then :-I hope here be truths.

SHAKSPERE.-Measure for Measure.

Herbert, at last!

He

was drest in black.

"I have a deal to tell you."

A saddened tone-an air of sincerity—were prominent.

"I've been to England"-Villiers started— “No, you have nothing to apprehend from these -the loss is mine-my mother."

Emile too much respected, to interrupt, his—

yes-emotion.

"We have duties," he resumed, "besides selfish grief.-I've been at Woodley."

The word strung Villiers to a height of tension. Herbert scrutinised his soul.