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

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 you think you are -an uncle or an

aunt?"

"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

morning in a steamer for America, taking with him nothing but a stout pair of shoes and a hatchet; and telling his acquaintances that they would shortly hear of his keeping a small shop, with-small beer sold here at Bogota, or a gin-palace, on the top of Chimborazo.-Some time afterwards, it was reported that he had returned, and had brought with him a fine collection of parrots and parroquets, for the sale of which he had established a regular trade by commission with a red Indian tribe in the back settlements: he taught all his parrots to quote Horace, and sing Drops of Brandy, and might be seen daily at his stand, at the corner of Pall Mall, with a long pole over his shoulder, and wires as perches for the parrots, swung in balance at either end; and the remaining Miss Scraggs, who seemed now destined to become an old maid, purchased one of the par

rots.

The pretty Mrs. Blandford still continued to exhibit her children as if they were wild beasts, and herself the keeper of the ménagerie: her last joke was as follows

"Who was the wisest man, my little dear?"
"Solomon, mamma."

"And who was the wisest woman, Charlie?"

"There never was a wise woman, mamma," answered Charlie.

"Do make him say it again—it is so pretty," exclaimed the delighted audience.

Olympe, Comtesse de Hauteville, continued to observe all those exact distinctions and precise differences which separate at Paris the class of "femmes honnêtes" from that of " femmes galantes."

Sir Derby Doncaster fell ill of the gout; and his physician ordered him to be fired in the off hind leg, blistered, and turned out at Baden-Baden for a summer's run.

The Rev. Samuel Circumflex took at last a college living; and if not exactly a Pharisee, continued, at any rate, to play the part of a High Priest: that naughty boy, Bob Tracy, finding that he was staying in London, and used to pass every day down Pall Mall, took great pains to teach his parrots to say "No parsons;" and thought of that soliloquy, put into the mouth of le bon Dieu by Béranger:

"A ces gens-là, si j'ouvre ma porte,

Que le diable m'emporte ! que le diable m'emporte!"

At last, our hero being one day in London, and passing by from his club, thought he recognized the features of Bob Tracy, as those of an old college