Travers sells her work to the people of the Bazaar."

That evening (it was about the latter end of June), I awaited with a strong feeling of anxiety the hour of Miss Travers' departure, to dispose, as I little doubted, of her wares; and as twilight began to steal over the city, I heard her gentle footfalls down the stairs; so emerging from my chamber, I proceeded to follow her the whole length of her journey. I was desirous of learning whither she went, and of inquiring from the people with whom she communicated, the true state of her pecuniary circumstances. Do you think that the benevolence of my intentions justified the meanness of my espionage?

She walked nearly the whole length of the street; then paused opposite to a certain door; having rapped at which, she stood upon the steps, awaiting the appearance of the servant. Presently a maid obeyed the summons, who, without waiting to be asked any questions, in a respectful tone, informed Miss Travers, that her mistress had taken out Miss Emma, she believed, to the gardens at Vauxhall.

Lucy Travers appeared much disconcerted when this intelligence first smote upon her ears; she lingered some moments on the door-step, as though she were doubting whether to advance or to return; but presently, as I passed by, I heard her say,--" No; I must go on, come what may, my father's medicine shall be bought," and then she proceeded on her solitary journey, fearful, yet contemning fear, when bent on so worthy an enterprise.

She had not advanced very far, when, following at a little distance, as I did, I observed a young man, of a very fashionable appearance, accost her with the most impertinent familiarity, and presently venture to encircle her waist. The poor girl trembled from head to foot; she had not power to call for assistance, or to tear herself from the grasp of the stranger, who still continued with one arm around her waist, whilst throwing back her veil with the other, he thrust his head rudely beneath her bonnet, and said something which I did not hear; for a faint voice, at that moment, articulated, "Mercy! mercy !"

You know that I am one who, all my life, have been averse from any violent extremities. I never have used the agency of force, when the same purpose could be effected by a peaceful appeal to the reason of my opponent; but here it was absolutely necessary that I should exercise momentary decision. There was not an instant to be lost; so I seized the intruder by the throat, and, with a firm gripe and a sudden vehemence of action, threw

him upon, or rather dashed him against, the pavement; and, his hat falling off as he fell, his head came in contact with the curb-stone, and he lay senseless and bleeding upon the ground.

I was not immediately acquainted with the full. extent of the mischief I had done. I thought only of Lucy Travers, who was leaning against the wall of a house, every limb quivering with emotion. I supported her into a shop; and no sooner had she entered, than she sunk upon a chair and fainted, her strength of mind could hold out no longer.

The people of the shop came to my assistance. They untied the strings of her bonnet, and removed all the covering from her head. And then for the first time I looked upon a face, which was indeed beautiful as an angel's.

When I saw that Miss Travers was in safety, I hastened to ascertain the extent of injury which the stranger had received at my hands. A crowd had by this time collected, and some policemen had joined the assembly. "Where is he?" "Who is he?" "Seize him!" were cries which greeted my ears as I advanced. There was a woman of the town in the crowd, who was loud in her vociferations for "Justice!" "Guard the door, Mr. Policeman! don't let the murderer escape!" and then she wrung her hands in an agony of grief.

"It is he, my poor Lord! it is he! and they have murdered him; the blood-thirsty villains!"

I stood at the door, and cried out, "In God's name, my friends, bring the wounded man into the shop, whilst I run to secure medical assistance."

"Let him do no such thing," cried the female I had heard before.

"You are my prisoner!" said a policeman, tapping me on the shoulder as he spoke; "you must not stir out of my custody."

"That is right! that is right!" shrieked the woman; "I hope to see him swing, some day, at Newgate !"

By this time the wounded man,-his pockets having been previously rifled, was brought into the shop, where I stood. He was stunned; and his whole countenance was besmeared with a profusion of blood: but I knew enough of surgery to be certain, upon inspection, that he was not dangerously injured. The shopkeeper brought me a sponge, and a basin of cold water. I brushed aside the hair from the forehead of my victim, and sprinkled the cool element upon his brow. Then I passed the sponge over his countenance, and wiped away the blood and dirt that begrimed it. Oh, Jerningham! guess my astonishment, guess the horror that flashed across my soul, when I looked upon a well-known face, the face of one whom I had loved in my boyhood! Claude! that wounded man, who was then lying senseless in my arms, the blood streaming from a gash in his head, inflicted by my violence, was no other than our old school-fellow, - the gallant, and goodhearted-HARRY LEICESTER!

"Let us ascertain who the wounded gentleman is," said the policeman, "that we may convey him in safety to his lodgings." And he proceeded to search for a card-case, or some letters, to ascertain the place of the sufferer's residence.

"Oh! I know who he is well enough," cried the female who had spoken before, and who now entered the shop and stood amongst us, attired in all the finery of her profession, and displaying, as she threw back her veil, the beautiful face which had ruined her. "Oh! I know who he is well enough. It is Lord Leicester! it is Lord Leicester! and he lives in

Square."

And just as she said this, one of the policemen held up a letter to the gas-light, and declared that the woman had spoken the truth. This was the first intimation which had reached me that our friend, by the death of his father, had added a title to his name.

"Has any one gone for a surgeon?" I exclaimed to one of the myrmidons of office, who had stationed himself before the shop-door, and was looking on