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This was done through the instrumentality of no less a person than our old republican friend, Sansargent, who, after the death of Boivin, and his own acquittal, finding politics a bad trade, had renounced them altogether, and had obtained an appointment as one of the keepers of the lunatics in this Maison des Fous. He had been sent by the governor, to conduct back a patient to Meaux, and had been returning along the road late at night, when, finding Jeannette Isabelle wandering about in that distracted condition, in which we have described her as having fed from her husband, in the vicinity of Clayes, he took compassion upon her, placed her beside him in his carriage, and conducted her safe to the asylum. From this retreat she had artfully contrived to escape, but in a decided state of madness, just at the time when the fatal duel had ended. Our hero, having discovered this service to have been rendered by Sansargent, settled on him a pension for the rest of his life.

Poor old mother Boivin also, as having been connected more or less with the fortunes of his late brother, Lord Fletcher, was offered her choice of being brought to England, and being furnished with a cottage on Lord Furstenroy's estate, or of receiving an annual pension in Paris. She preferred the latter; as having been born in the Rue St. Denis, she wished to die there also. She, however, accepted the pension, and continued cursing the sacrés chiens d'Anglais to the last, even while she was living on their bounty. St. Just's celebrated code of laws for the immortal republic, which her son used to quote, contains the following rule :-“ Un homme convaincu d'ingratitude est banni;” but Madame Boivin never approved of her son's line of politics.

Lord Carmansdale, shortly after this recognition of his wife, whom he had not previously seen for years, died. The cause of his death was the fact of his having gone out without his great coat one chilly day, to look at some watches at Brequet's, in consequence of Anton having not allowed him to wear it, on account of

economy. He left his collection of snuff boxes and canes to Lord Furstenroy, with long written directions in his will for polishing them, and keeping them in order. His diplomatic appointment was considered a great windfall by ministers, and was filled up in the next gazette : after this he was entirely forgotten.

His widow continued to live on the continent until her death, only paying an occasional visit to England, for the purpose of seeing the progress made by her little protégée, Florence, in Northamptonshire.

The Comte de Carbonnelle continued to live with his wife, who wrote a very proper letter to her brother after the duel, expressing her perfect satisfaction at the way in which it had terminated. George Grainger remained an idle man, and a hanger-on about the house; but Carbonnelle, though naturally stupid, knew the value of the French proverb, that “un cocu est un homme d'esprit, quand il sait se taire."

Lord Arthur Mullingham, having ascertained that a very ample fortune had been settled on Lady Fanny Bazancourt, by her father, the late earl, shortly afterwards made proposals, and was accepted ; although she had formerly pronounced him to be her “ bête noire," and he had declared, on the other hand, that she was his “absolute horror ;” but they were both clever people in their way, and it is written that great wits have short memories.

Our good Irish friend, the Kilkenny cat, was, soon after this period also, so fortunate as to prevail on Miss Barbara Scraggs to become Mrs. FitzWaterton, even without the consent of mamma; but

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necessity is the mother of invention, and faint heart never won fair lady. It was within an exceedingly short interval after his marriage, that he one day met Fivebars, who married the other sister.

Well, Fivebars, my dear fellow," said he, « which do

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“ What do you mean,” said Fivebars; “ you were only married the other day.”

“Well-I know; but upon my honour and credit, I've got a little child come to town:—what do you think it is ?

“A girl,” said Fivebars.
“ No!-guess again.”
“A boy,” said Fivebars.

“Ah! sure now somebody told ye,” replied FitzWaterton.

We have said that Fivebars shortly after espoused another daughter of the house of Scraggs; and this circumstance in some sort consoled the disconsolate and honourable mamma for the bad match made by her rebellious second daughter. Fivebars, however, kept up his character as the uncomfortable man. Shortly after his marriage, he gave a great housewarming at his new house, which he was building in Leicestershire, to a large party of his friends. The house in fact was not finished at the time. The dining-room was complete, and furnished, and they sat down in it thirty to dinner; but the room immediately overhead had not yet even been boarded over, and the rafters were visible, shewing through their interstices the lath and plaster which formed the ceiling of the room below. Fivebars had particularly charged his wife not to run the risk of stepping across these rafters; but nevertheless, as soon as the ladies had left the dining-room, she took a candle in her hand, and offered to shew the extensive dimensions of the future drawing-room to her friends. As she stepped across from one beam to another, her foot slipped; and Fivebars and the rest of the company below hearing a crash, and seeing the dessert covered suddenly with a shower of mortar, looked up, and there they beheld the unfortunate Mrs. Fivebars, dangling from the ceiling, having arrested her fall with her elbows, which she kept extended across the rafters, to support her. This is what might be called a good introduction to the county.

Bob Tracy, in the mean time, having tired out all his friends, and being completely tired of himself, though not given to matrimony, started one fine

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