leading in a lady with as much grace as if about to commence a minuet. Trumps rose from his chair, and wished to smile.

"Emily," thus spoke Sir Jeremy Sloth to the lady, who betrayed some confusion as her eyes met the handsome face, and glanced at the goodly figure of our hero-" Emily, I presume I introduce you to an old acquaintance?"

"Papa!" The lady was neither very young nor very handsome: she was trembling on the verge of thirty-(bosom friends declared she had long since gone over), and was thin as a mortified nun: indeed, she was one of those useful persons in this world of temptation, whose very looks preach abstinence. Still, it was either the surprise of the introduction to Titus, or his features, or form, or both or all these together, that sent a passing look of interest to the face of Miss Sloth: for a moment, she looked like an old picture revived. "Papa!" said Miss Emily Sloth, and fluttered and blushed.

"Mr. Trephonius Trumps"-began Sir Jeremy"Titus," was the brief correction of our hero.

"Mr. Titus Trumps," and Sir Jeremy bowed an acknowledgment of his error. Then, turning to the lady," Mr. Titus Trumps is, as he assures me, not an apothecary; yet has he bestowed upon us the favour of this visit for the express purpose of inquiring into the condition of your health."

"I trust, Sir Jeremy-I"-poor Titus was confounded by the mistake-" I hope, that the young lady is well,-but, I—the truth is, Sir Jeremy, that is not the young lady, I—no, Sir Jeremy,—not the young lady."

"I understood, sir, that you spoke of my daughter, and being anxious to”

"No, Sir Jeremy, no;" Trumps endeavoured to smile very blandly, "I meant, the daughter of the -the late general."

"Late general?” and Sir Jeremy slowly chewed the words.

"Of the hero-the"--and then Trumps made a last effort, and drawing himself up, said very distinctly" the daughter of General Wolfe."

"General Wolfe, sir? In my house?-Were you informed that such a lady lived here?”

"Yes, sir; I understood at the inn, where we put up"

"Inn, sir? What inn?" asked the baronet haughtily.

"The Flower-Pot," replied Titus with great humility.

"And I am to understand, sir, that you came from the the Flower-Pot?" and to the dismay of Trumps, he thought he saw a contemptuous smile on the face of Emily as her father spoke. "From" -the baronet paused to leer at the smart clothes

of his visitor-" From the Flower-Pot? You look like it."

Titus was about to answer, when the baronet authoritatively held up his hand, and then proceeded to put poor Trumps to the question. "There is something in your air, your demeanour, Mr. Trumps, that demands from me immediate attention."

Trumps, astonished at the sudden civility of the baronet, pressed his hat between his hands, and bowed.

"Will you tell me from what place you come?" "Cirencester," said Trumps, "last night." "Cirencester," said Emily to herself, and, a second afterwards, rang the bell.

"And the lady, who"-the baronet was interrupted by the appearance of the footman, who crossed to Miss Emily, and took her commands“and the lady”—repeated Sir Jeremy, as the servant left the room.

"The lady, sir, whom I thought your relative, was in the stage-coach."

"My relative-in-in a stage-coach!” cried Sir Jeremy had Trumps said the pillory, the assertion had not been more offensive.

"Inside;" replied Trumps, " for it was very wet, Sir Jeremy, and it was my good fortune to see Miss Wolfe"