"Let your Dun in when he knocks, and keep

It now becomes my duty to enlighten my Detrimental readers, with a few hints as to certain expedients, which may be used in order to get rid of a Dun, in extreme cases. I shall illustrate this part of my subject by an anecdote or two, as a more agreeable and entertaining mode of imparting useful instruction. One instance of ingenuity on the part of a Detrimental, in shaking off his tormentor was the following (by the by, I must here mention a little fact, which to a scientific mind and one well versed in matters of natural history, may not be without interest, as establishing a case of curious similarity between the human and the brute creation. It is well-known to gamekeepers and fanciers of the canine species, that dogs are subject to the attack of a nasty little disagreeable animal, called a "tick." This nauseous, little wretch fixes itself firmly on the unfortunate dog, and lives by sucking the poor

animal's blood, and it is very difficult to extirpate these vermin, which thrive and fatten on their sanguinary diet. Just so does the Dun fasten upon the Detrimental and suck his very blood-when he has any, blood here being synonymous with blunt: just as difficult is he to get rid of; and, still more extraordinary, both dog and Detrimental are equal sufferers from tick. How wonderful are the ways of Providence! This is a long digression, but I trust a pardonable one, from the curious fact which it sets forth):

Mr. Henry Mordaunt was a Younger Son, whose father benevolently supposed that £200 a year, which he allowed him, was sufficient to pay for cigars, a cabriolet, a West-end tailor, claret, champagne, and a small milliner, besides other necessary expenses (these fathers are so very mistaken in their notions). Of course, Mr. Henry Mordaunt was what is vulgarly called over head and ears in debt, and consequently grievously exposed to the attentions of impor

tunate Duns. His door was beseiged by continual applications, and things had at last got to such a pitch, that he was resolved to try a desperate expedient. It happened to be just the time when the cholera was making such fearful ravages in London, and the ingenious Detrimental laid his plans accordingly.

His

besetting plague was a confounded tailor, who would not "listen to the voice of the charmer," and whom he managed to dispose of in the following manner:-On the day which Snip had fixed for his next visit, our Detrimental did not get up; and, just before the time appointed, he made his "tiger"—who, of course, enjoyed the fun vastly-fetch a quantity of blue paint, ready mixed for the occasion. With this paint the Younger Son daubed his agreeable face, till it became as thoroughly blue as Lady Morgan's or Mrs. Howitt's. He then awaited quietly in bed the expected visiter. "Rat," went the knocker, and the door was immediately opened by the attentive tiger.

"Is Mr. Mordaunt at home?" asked the

tailor.

"Master is at home, but very ill in bed," replied the tiger.

"Oh! I dare say; one of his old excuses," grumbled the tailor.

"No it a'nt no excuse, at all. Doctor Thomson was here just now, and said it was the 'cholera morbus,"" growled the tiger.

"Cholera devil!" retorted the tailor. "I am determined to see your master;" and with these words he pushed by the tiger, and forced his way into Mordaunt's bed-room.

The Detrimental slowly raised his head from the pillow, and gazed at his visiter with a solemn and reproachful look.

"O Lord! I'm dd if he a'nt in the blue stage," roared the terrified tailor; and with one stride, he was out of the room; with three more, out of the house; and he was too much engaged for the next six weeks, with fumigations and chloride of lime, for any matters of

business to claim his attention. In other words, he was so much afraid of being summoned to his " great account," that he did not think of

applying for his "small" one.

Those six weeks brought the Detrimental's bill within the Statute of Limitations !!!

I recollect two instances in my own experience, which I will record here, as they may perhaps, be of use, in the way of instruction, to a Detrimental, should he ever find himself involved in a similar predicament. I was, what is facetiously called, "educated" at Oxford, where I acquired the usual insight into boating, drink