There is in France still a very large number of persons among the lower classes, who participate, to its fullest extent, in all the detestation and abuse of the English, expressed by the old woman Boivin, whose violence I have just described. These persons are all of them of a certain age; they are either old Republicans or Imperialists; and it is not wonderful that it should be so, especially when we recollect how we were ourselves taught in our childhood to regard Bonaparte as the wickedest man in the world, and that the influence of Nelson had made it a popular feeling, if not an individual duty, that we should hate the French but the French Republicans of the modern school have none of this narrow prejudice, or circumscribed nationality, about them; there is an enlarged love of liberty which originates in thought and in principle, a sort of cosmopolitan feeling, an extension of patriotism to the whole globe, a profession of fraternity to all those of the human race who have sentiments, and views and desires in accordance with their own. There are many societies tending to the same end in different countries, where their existence is known, although their secret ramifications are unrevealed, and only discovered by their results: there is la jeune France, and la jeune Allemagne, and la jeune Pologne, and la jeune Italie, and la jeune

Espagne; but all these are only as the arms and legs to the body, merely the sails of the mill; it is the combination of them all into la jeune Europe that makes them truly formidable: the strength of union, the central committee, and the corresponding branches; above all, the diffusion of education, and the consequent cultivation of the reasoning faculty, which will prevent large bodies of men in future from ever being duped by a name and a sound.

However, I am already digressing, and I have not got through half the first chapter. On the departure of the old woman, the courier drew his Mackintosh more closely round him, and resumed his place upon the box. The window was drawn up again in its well-fitted grooves, and the postillion cracked his wet whip with most sonorous effect, and woke the damp echoes of the slumbering street with a still more unpitying performance on his horn. The horses seemed to feel that they were near their resting place, and went double quick time; when, suddenly, on arriving at No. 123, they were pulled up; the porter's bell was rung unmercifully, the big gates of the Hôtel Bedford were thrown as wide open as their hinges would allow, and the proprietor, with his wife, and the foreman, with half a dozen waiters, each with a napkin under his arm, ran out into the large and handsome court-yard.

"Are there not apartments engaged here in the name of Lord Clanelly?" enquired the courier.

“Yes, my lord; waiting your lordship's arrival since Monday," was the reply; and orders were immediately given to the waiters to light the bougies in Nos. 9, 10, 11, and 12, au premier.

"They are the next rooms to the suite occupied by Lord Furstenroy," said the landlord; "I thought your lordship would like them better."

"Good, good," said the English nobleman, as he descended from his britska, and gave Anton directions as to what part of the luggage must be brought up stairs that night.

"C'est la dernière course pour aujourd'hui, milord;" said the postillion, as, having received his legitimate claim from the courier, he approached the master himself with his hat off; nous sommes venus très vite, et les chevaux sont bien fatigués, et vous voyez, milord, il fait un temps infernal!"

The eye of the inn-keeper was fixed on his lordship's hand as it rummaged in his waistcoatpocket; and when, at last, it re-appeared with a five-franc piece, which was given as a pour-boire, in consideration of the drenching drive, to the postboy, our host took his wife by the arm and led her into the kitchen.

"Wife," said he, "his lordship pays extras ;

note that; and don't forget it when you make up his account."

We will now follow his lordship into the retirement of his chamber for a short time, and give a hasty account of his person, his manners, his character, and his particular vocation on the present occasion. It will be necessary, first of all, to inform our readers, that the individual we have introduced to them in the present chapter is not the Earl of Clanelly, but Lord Carmansdale, who was the guardian of that young earl, and had been obliged to hasten to Paris to fulfil a mission, which promised to be no easy task, relating to his young and noble ward, and the family of Lord Furstenroy, whom he found lodged in the same hotel.

His protegé, Lord Clanelly, had sometime since contracted a marriage engagement with Lady Emily Bazancourt, eldest daughter of the Earl of Furstenroy, and the date appointed for the nuptials had been fixed within a few days of the present period. The young man's arrival from Italy was daily and hourly expected; and, as rooms had been engaged for him. since the last week, some surprise began to be felt at his protracted absence. Unbounded, however, was the consternation of his guardian, who had undertaken to wait for him at Genoa, and bring him in his carriage to Paris, at receiving one morning a letter

from him, bearing the post-mark of Naples, stating that he had that day married a young baroness of one of the oldest Neapolitan families, and briefly requesting his lordship to make every necessary excuse to Lord Furstenroy and his daughter, "if this alteration in his plans at all disarranged their engagements." Here, then, was the difficult business with the explanation of which the Marquis of Carmansdale found himself charged on the present occasion; and, although bred a diplomatist, he confessed many times to himself, as he walked up and down his room with his hands resting on his hips, that he had never had a question to manage which required more adroitness or more habilité on the part of the communicator.

"Inconceivable!" repeated he, as he raised his right hand to his forehead, "that a young man of his rank, position, fortune, prospects, should ruin all by one rash act of this kind. Astounding! that he should write to me, his guardian, of changing a marriage engagement with exactly the same coolness that another man would write to his valet about changing his box at the Opera. It arises, I fear, from sheer légèreté of character; perhaps from having no character at all, except a determined self-will, and a desire of instant gratification to his passions. There is no telling where to lay hold on such a young