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a gentleman with a crimped-up mouth, not seven places off, passing up a map of Spain for some explanation of the army's last movements. Moreover the time began to advance, and Cinderella could not have been more tied down to depart at midnight than we were at nine. I considered that we should be but too lucky to get off clear at once before suspicions were converted into certainty, and did not fail to hint this to Blake as well as my muffled face would allow my eyes to be eloquent.

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"We had already risen from our chairs and had taken leave as quietly as might be of the Lord Mayor, when a paper was placed in his hands with some remark about a Gentleman from the Horse Guards waiting in the anteWe saw now that not a moment was to be lost. The Lord Mayor, having made an apology to the company for his short absence, began as we walked down the hall to break open the portentous-looking seal of the official note; but Blake, seizing him by the right hand, shook it so heartily and unceasingly, that when we arrived at the door of the anteroom the envelope was yet unremoved. Here, in spite of the entreaties of His Lordship to wait for his carriage, or at least till he had seen the messenger, whom he doubted not came upon our business, we hurried down the steps, fortunately unrecognised by the servants or the mob, and calling the first jarvey that was to be met with, bid him drive to the hotel for our proper clothes, and then off to Charterhouse Square as fast as his horses could carry us. As we drove through the illuminated streets, the crackers we heard around us reminded us of those which we had ourselves let off in the morning, though we saw not among all the transparencies any device that might have been so easily seen through as our own, if the people's reason had not been blinded by their wishes.

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"The metamorphose we effected as we rolled along in the coach by exchanging our uniforms for our ordinaries, sufficiently astonished the be-addled jarvey; but as I believe that he himself was also a little disguised,' he said nothing, but seemed too glad to take his fare and drive off as fast as he could from a region which he evidently considered to be enchanted.

"When we once found ourselves again within the walls of Charterhouse, we were far too happy either to eat or drink or sleep for the next two days and nights. I know not how we got over our school business, but I know that we never looked at our books. For some time our singular behaviour-for we never met in the day without, as it were, our concussion striking out a roar of laughter, and kept our rooms awake half the night by the extreme boisterosity of our dreams-made the fellows think that we were quite bewitched; but as there was little real pleasure as long as we kept the secret to ourselves, at the next select committee of the library meeting we told the whole story from beginning to end, to our own great éclat and our friends' amusement. And I must say that they kept the secret well. I never dared breathe a syllable of this prank to my family. My uncle to his dying day continued to shake his head at those 'infernal scamps' who had deluded him out of two thousand seven hundred and eighteen pounds by his purchases in the funds that morning. In this case indeed I might be said to have been hoisted on my own petar,' for as I came into all the old gentleman's property at his death, if his fortune suffered, I was in fact the loser; but I verily believe that from his savings in order to make up this deficiency, he died in reality a richer man by many thousands than if he had never met with the loss.

"For the rest, the papers next day were indignant be

yond every thing that could be conceived. Several unhappy wights were had up to Bow Street on suspicion of having been the parties concerned in the hoax, but as we had not left the slightest clue to detection behind us we never felt any uneasiness lest we should ever be discovered as the culprits. I found out that the owner of the Jupiter' had not really suffered at all, as some circumstance or other had delayed the cancelling of the insurance that day, and he took care not to repeat his application on the morrow. The only person whom we knew to have suffered in any degree from our folly was the Lieutenant at the Tower, who was reprimanded for firing off the guns without strict official orders from head quarters. On the other hand, many a hard-working man enjoyed a happy holiday, many a schoolboy got an extra game at cricket; and though some few feelings of disappointment came with the next morning, yet in a short time the cup of England's hopes and wishes was crowned. to the full by the hand of Wellington-the glories of Tordesillas were eclipsed in those of Waterloo ;—and none more heartily joined in the rejoicings over our real victory than they who in a pardonable freak of youth had before got up the machinery of a fictitious one."

SONG.

To the Ocean! to the Ocean! there is music in its roar,
As its billows sweep in revelry their rocky caverns o'er :
There is terror in its mountain-crest, its white and blinding

foam,

As it dasheth in its stormy wrath round many an island

home:

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There are gallant hearts, all silently, in its coral cells asleep;
Oh! who shall brave the Majesty, the Glory of the Deep?

To the Greenwood! to the Greenwood! there is gladness in its shade,

With the free-bird in its leafy bower, the wild deer in the glade:

There are volumes in its quiet heart, with thought and beauty stored,

Ye may read them in the rugged bark of many a Sylvan

Lord:

There are voices in its whispering leaves to Fancy's ear,

which say,

"Would'st thou learn of Nature's loveliness?-to the forestdepths away!"

To the Valley! to the Valley! where the streamlet leapeth by, To the music of its own blithe waves, that merry melody! Where the young turf hath a greener dye, the flower a brighter hue,

And fitfully, like playful swain, the sun-light peepeth through:

There is soothing in its solitude, there is fragrance in its

gale:

Who loves to muse, who loves to dream,-let him seek the quiet vale!

To the Mountains! to the Mountains! there is roaming un

confined,

On the summits of those mighty ones the wild and rushing wind:

Earth's gardens wide and busy hives are stretching far below, With the deep, deep blue of Ocean's hue to bound the glorious

show:

There is health upon their sunny sides, there is Freedom on their brow,

Away! whose flagging spirit droops, to the Mountains follow now!

Is there not loveliness abroad, like a garment on the earth? Where'er Creation's steps have pass'd the beautiful hath birth: It bounds upon the Ocean wave, it rides the Mountain breeze, It haunts the Valley's quietness, it whispers in the Trees.

-Alas! that man's own spirit-blight should taint his fairest bowers,

And Sin, and Shame, and Sorrow mar this beauteous world of

ours.

"COLE REGEM."

Old King Cole."

Anon. Trans.

AMONG the multitudinous anomalies which daily exercise the ingenuity and puzzle the brains of mankind, by no means least is the singular fact, that we are often doomed to remain in almost total ignorance of those very persons whose exploits, and sometimes even names, are “fami"liar in our mouths as household words"-yet whose actual when and whereabouts have baffled alike the researches of the Antiquary, and the penetration of the Police. "Who murdered Begbie?" is a question which, seeing that it has already waited for upwards of thirty years, seems now never likely to obtain a satisfactory answer:-yet that Begbie was murdered, and that consequently there must have been some person or persons unknown who murdered him, is a conclusion which no one has been found hardy enough to dispute.

"Who wrote Junius ?" is another poser, equally important in its way :-Author after author has been set up like a ninepin in a pot-house yard, merely to be

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