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old story : when a friend asks you them at maturity? His only real what he thinks a favour, the right concern was to conceal their rething is to grant it at once. He cent origin. So he wrote them doesn't want your advice; he wants with a broad-nibbed pen, that they the one thing he asks for. There, might be the blacker, and set them get me the bills, and I'll draw a to dry in the sun. cheque on Müller: Herries advised He then proceeded to a change of him by Saturday's post; so we can toilet. draw on Monday."

While thus employed, there was a “ All right, old man,” said Se- sharp tap at his door, and Vizard's verne, and went away briskly for voice outside. Severne started with the bills.

terror, snapped up the three bills When he got from the balcony with the dexterity of a conjurorinto the room, his steps flagged a the handle turned-he shoved them little ; it struck him that ink takes into a drawer—Vizard came in-he time to dry, and more time to shut the drawer, and panted. darken.

Vizard had followed the custom As the Rover, with her nimble of Oxonians, amongst themselves, cargoes, was first cousin to the which is to knock, and then come Flying Dutchman, with his crew in, unless forbidden. of ghosts, so the bills received by “Come,” said he, cheerfully, Severne as purchase-money for his " those bills ; I'm in a hurry to ship, necessarily partook of that cash them now, and end the only ship’s aerial character. Indeed they difference we have ever had, olul existed, as the schoolmen used to fellow." say, in posse, but not in esse. To The blood left Severne's cheek be less pedantic and more exact, and lips for a moment, and he they existed as slips of blank paper thought swiftly and hard. The with a Government stamp. To give blood returned, along with his ready them a mercantile character for a wit. “How good you are !” said time-viz., until presented for pay- he: “but no; it is Sunday." ment—they must be drawn by an “Sunday ! shouted Vizard. imaginary shipowner or a visionary “What is that to you, a fellow who merchant, and endorsed by at least has been years abroad?” one shadow and a man of straw. “ I can't help it,” said Severne,

The man of straw sat down to in- apologetically. “I am superstitious scribe self and shadows, and be don't like to do business on a came a dishonest writer of fiction; Sunday. I would not even shunt for the art he now commenced ap- at the tables on a Sunday—I don't pears to fall short of forgery proper, think.” but to be still more distinct from Ah, you are not quite sure of justifiable fiction. The ingenious that; there is a limit to your superMr Defoe's certificate by an aerial stition ! Well, will you listen to a justice of the peace to the truth of story on a Sunday ?" his ghostly narrative comes nearest "Rather." to it in my poor reading.

“Then, once on a time there was Qualms he had, but not deep. If a Scotch farmer who had a bonny the bills were drawn by Imagi- cow; and another farmer coveted nation, accepted by Fancy, and en- her honestly. One Sunday they dorsed by Impudence, what did it went home together from kirk, and matter to Ned Straw, since his sys- there was the cow grazing. Farmer tem would enable him to redeem 2 stopped, eyed her, and said to

VOL. CXX.— NO. DCCXXIX.

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Farmer 1,-'Gin it were Monday, Misogyn consented, but sighed. as it is the Sabba' day, what would That sigh went unpitied, and the ye tak’ for your coo?' The other lady wasted no time. said the price would be nine pounds, “Do you see what is going on if it was Monday. And so they between your sister and that young kept the Sabbath ; and the cow

man?" changed hands, though, to the 'Yes; a little flirtation." naked eye, she grazed on in situ. A great deal more than that. Our negotiation is just as complete. I caught them, in this very room, So what does it matter whether the making love." actual exchange of bills and cash “ You alarm me," said Vizard, takes place to-day or to-morrow ?” with marked tranquillity.

“Do you really mean to say it “I saw him-kiss-her-hand." does not matter to you?” asked “ You relieve me,” said Vizard, Severne.

as calmly as he had been alarmed. “Not one straw."

“ There's no harm in that. I've “Then, as it does not matter kissed the Queen's hand, and the to you, and does to me, give me nation did not rise upon me. Howmy foolish way, like a dear good ever, I object to it; the superior fellow."

sex should not play the spaniel. I “Now, that is smart," said Viz- will tell him to drop that. But, ard—“very smart;" then, with a permit me to say all this is in your look of parental admiration," he department, not mine." gets his own way in everything. “But what can I do against three He will have your money-he of them, unless you support me? won't have your money. I wonder There you have let them go out whether he will consent to walk together." those girls out, and disburden me Together with Fanny Dover, of their too profitable discourse."

you mean?” “ That I will, with pleasure.” “Yes; and if Fanny had any

“Well, they are at luncheon- designs on him, Zoe would be with their bonnets on.”

safe“I will join them in five min- “And poor Ned torn in two." utes."

“But Fanny, I am grieved to

say, seems inclined to assist this After luncheon, Miss Vizard, young man with Zoe; that is, Miss Dover, and Mr Severne started because it does not matter to her. for a stroll.

She has other views — serious Miss Maitland suggested that ones.” Vizard should accompany them.

“Serious! What? A nunnery? “ Couldn't think of deserting Then I pity my lady abbess.” you,” said he, drily.

“Her views are plain enough to The young ladies giggled, because anybody but you." these two rarely opened their mouths “ Are they? Then make me as to agree,-one being a professed wise as my neighbours." woman-hater, and the other a man- Well, then, she means to marry hater, in words.

Says Misander, in a sourish way, “ What! Oh, come !that is too Since

you value my conversation good a joke !" 80, perhaps you will be good enough "It is sober earnest. Ask Zoenot to smoke for the next ten min- ask your friend Mr Severne—ask utes.”

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ture with an eye in its head. Oh had a quarrel. They don't speak. the blindness of you men !" Now, in women, you know, vices

The Misogyn was struck dumb. are controlled by vices-see Pope. When he recovered, it was to repine The conspiracy you dread will be at the lot of man.

averted by the other faults of their “Even my own familiar cousin— character, their jealousy, and their once removed-in whom I trusted ! petulant tempers. Take my word I depute you to inform her that I for it, they are sparring at this mothink her adorable, and that matri- ment; and that poor, silly Severne mony is no longer a habit of mine. mediating and moderating, and getSet her on to poor Severne; he is ting scratched on both sides for a ladies' man, and 'the more the trying to be just.” merrier' is his creed.”

At this moment the door opened, “Such a girl as Fanny is not to and Fanny Dover glittered on the be diverted from a purpose of that threshold in Cambridge blue. sort. Besides, she has too much “There," said Vizard ; " did not sense to plunge into the Severne I tell you? They are come home.” and-pauperism! She is bent on “Only me," said Fanny, gaily. a rich husband, not a needy adven- " Where are the others ?" inturer."

quired Miss Maitland, sharply. "Madam, in my friend's

name,

I “Not far off-only by the riverthank you.

side." “ You are very welcome, sir—it

you

left those two alone !" is only the truth.” Then, with a “Now don't be cross, aunt," swift return to her original topic: cried Fanny, and limped up to her. “No; I know perfectly well what “These new boots are so tight, I Fanny Dover will do this afternoon. really couldn't bear them any longer. She sketches."

I believe I shall be lame as it is." “It is too true," said Vizard, dole- "You ought to be ashamed of fully: “showed me a ship in full sail, yourself. What will the people say?" and I praised it in my way. I said, “La, aunt! it is Abroad. Ono “That rock is rather well done.'' does what one likes—out of Eng

“Well, she will be seized with a land.” desire to sketch. She will sit down “ Here's a code of morals !" said apart, and say: 'Please don't watch Vizard, who must have his slap. me-it makes me nervous. The "Nonsense," said Miss Maitland; other two will take the hint, and "she will be sure to meet somebody. make love a good way off; and Zoe All England is on the Rhine at this will go greater lengths, with another time of year; and, whether or no, woman in sight—but only just in is it for you to expose that child to sight, and slily encouraging her familiarity with a person nobody than if she was quite alone with knows, nor his family either? You her mauvais sujet.

are twenty-five years old; you know Vizard was pleased with the old the world; you have as poor an lady.

opinion of the man as I have, or “This is sagacious,” said be, you would have set your own cap "and shows an eye for detail. I at him—you

at him-you know you would ; and recognise in your picture the foxy you have let out things to me when sex. But, at this moment, who you were off your guard. Fanny can foretell which way the wind Dover, you are behaving wickedly; will blow? You are not aware, you are a false friend to that poor perhaps, that Zoe and Fanny have girl."

Upon this, lo! the pert Fanny, three ; for all that, I don't envy hitherto so ready with her answers, the greater number.” began to cry bitterly; the words “ Three to one? No. Surely you really pricked her conscience; and will be on the right side for once. to be scolded is one thing, to be “Well, you see, I am the audience. severely and solemnly reproached is We can't be all dramatis persone, and er—and before a man!

and no spectator. During the wait, The official woman - hater was I wonder whether the audience, melted in a moment by the saucy having nothing better to do, may girl's tears. “There-there," said be permitted to smoke a cigar." he, kindly ; " have a little mercy. “So long a lucid interval is irkHang it all! don't make a moun- some, of course. Well, the balcony tain of a mole-hill.”

is your smoking-room. You will The official man - hater never see them coming ; please tap at my moved a muscle. “It is no use door the moment you do." her crying to me : she must give Half an hour elapsed, an hour, me a proof she is sorry. Fanny, if and the personages required to conyou are a respectable girl, and have tinue the comedy did not return. any idea of being my heir, go you Vizard, having nothing better to this moment and bring them home.” do, fell to thinking of Ina Klosking,

“Yes, aunt,” said Fanny, eagerly; and that was not good for him. and went off with wonderful alacrity. Solitude and ennui fed his mania,

It was a very long apartment, and at last it took the form of acfull forty feet; and while Fanný tion. He rang, and ordered up his bustled down it, Miss Maitland man Harris, a close, discreet perextended a skinny finger, like one sonage, and directed him to go of Macbeth's witches, and directed over to Homburg and bring back Vizard's

eye to the receding figure so all the information he could about pointedly, that he putup his spy-glass the new singer; her address in the better to see the phenomenon. Homburg, married or single, prude

As Fanny skipped out and closed or coquette. Should information the door, Miss Maitland turned to be withheld, Harris was to fee the Vizard, with lean finger still point- porter at the opera - house, the ing after Fanny, and uttered a waiter at her hotel, and all the monosyllable

human commodities that knew any. « LAME!”

thing about her. Vizard burst out laughing. “La Having dismissed Harris, he fourbe !said he. “Miss Mait- lighted his seventh cigar, and said land, accept my compliments; you to himself, “ It is all Ned Severne's possess the key to a sex no fellow fault. I wanted to leave for Engcan unlock.

And now I have land to-day." found an interpreter, I begin to be The day had been overcast for interested in this little comedy. some time, and now a few big drops The first act is just over. There fell, by way of warning. Then it will be half an hour's wait till the turned cool; then came a light simulatrix of infirmity comes run- drizzling rain, and, in the middle of ning back with the pilgrims of the this, Fanny Dover appeared, almost Rhine. Are they 'the pilgrims of flying home. the Rhine' or 'the pilgrims of Vizard went and tapped at Miss Love?' Time will show. Play Maitland's door. She came out. to recommence with a verbal en- “Here's Miss Dover coming, but counter: you will be one against she is alone."

IN A STUDIO.-CONVERSATION NO. V.

Belton. Is this Freedom's temple? courtesy of the coming age, but by Is this door its portal? If so, here the full and consentient suffrage of is a subject for your art. Behold posterity, on the same shelf with me. I am the Washington of the prince of English rhyme—by Robert Treat Paine-repulsing with whom he means, of course, Dryden. his breast the assaults of the thun- Belton. Does it not make one der, and conducting "every flash to doubt our own judgment of our conthe deep” with the point of my temporaries, when we hear such sword. Listen

trumpeting as this about a man “Should the tempest of war overshadow whose very name has now passed our land,

into oblivion ? Its bolts ne'er could rend Freedom's

Mallett. Ah ! you never came in temple asunder; For, unmoved at its portal would

contact with him personally, and Washington stand,

you can therefore form little sidea And repulse with his breast the assaults of the influence he exerted. Mr of the thunder."

Selfridge, his friend, says of him : Mallett. Bravo! Bravo! “Once engaged he was an electric

Belton. I have not been able to battery; approach him and he scinget those lines out of my mind since tillated—touch him and he emitted you repeated them the other day. a blaze." I have been reciting them to myself Belton. What a tremendous fel. ever since, in a loud declamatory low, to be sure ! tone, striking an attitude, and re- Mallett. This was the judgment pulsing with my breast the assault formed of his powers, not by comof the thunder. Tell me something mon vulgar flatterers, but by men of more about this amazing Paine. ability and distinction, such as Mr

Mallett. After our conversation Selfridge and Mr Prentiss, both of the other day, on my return home, whom were men of very considerable I refreshed my own memory by read- power and repute. ing a biographical sketch of him by Belton. All I can say is that it his friend Mr Charles Prentiss; and is simply amazing. being in the vein, I then took up Mallett. Great as the temporary the life of Dr Darwin, the famous reputation of Paine was in America, poet, written by the scarcely less the reputation of Dr Darwin in famous Miss Anna Seward. They England was higher and wider. amused me so much that I have The distinction which he won in brought them both down to the his profession of medicine was overstudio to read you some choice shadowed by his fame as a poet; passages from each.

and his admirable medical works Belton. Pray do.

were held in far less esteem than Mallett. To begin with Robert the pompous, artificial, and ingeniTreat Paine. Slightingly as you may ously absurd poems of The Botanic think of his genius, he was thought Garden,' and the Loves of the to be the great poet of his age in Plants,' with their gnomes and America. Mr Prentiss says of his nymphs and ridiculous impersonapoems that“ they are the legitimate tions, which were afterwards so adand indisputable heirs of immortal- mirably travestied by Canning in ity;" and he boldly prophesies that his 'Loves of the Triangles.' If “ he will take his place, not by the anything could be more absurd than

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