took them from them; but we'll bother them. Archie, I say, book the gentlemen for half-past nine-I left a little corner in the book, for fear my darlins might be in trouble."

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Corney, you're a jewel; here, old boy, get some wet;" and silver from many hands rattled in his paw.

"Ah! Lord love you, little of that goes far with poor Corney. There was a time when my appetite was passable, and I could moisten the clay, but that's over. Here, Tom, (to a youthful coadjutor), run to Mrs. Flinn's for a hot chop, and bring a gallon of Pims, and a quart of Costigan; make haste, for she shuts early, and we must give up Murphy; God forgive him, I believe he buys all the houghs in the market. But run, ye devils, here's the Dean from a tea party; it's a shame a staid man like him would keep unregular hours."

A thundering knock scattered the culprits, and brought Corney and his companions to the wicket, waiting, like faithful servants, with many a scrape and bow, the arrival of the expected potentate.

Hurried across the courts, apparently the

mere sport of fortune, Henry was introduced, in the most summary manner, to the "first floor, right hand, No. 2, --." The servant who presented himself at the lobby, to light his master and his visiters in, enabled him to read the name of "Mr. Stamford," in large characters, executed in white paint; underneath appeared the word "letters," and the rest of the door was scratched over, in simple chalk, representing the Vice-Provost, and sundry obnoxious fellows, in very unseemly attitudes. Nor was the interior of Mr. Stamford's domicile more decorous than the external-caricatures of the plainest description covered the walls; spurs and whips, guns, pistols, and foils ornamented the chimney-piece; and an asthmatic pointer (an article marked contraband by the statutes) was stretched upon the hearth-rug; the compartment between the windows was adorned with a rich display of Watchmen's poles, Welsh wigs, rattles, and lanterns, and beneath appeared the words "Opima spolia" emblazoned in most unpretending style with a burned stick. The other chattel property of Mr. Stamford's apartments was neither valu

able or numerous. Of twelve chairs, five were available for the purposes of sitting, while the other seven, in consequence of loss of limbs, and sundry compound fractures of backs and bottoms, "were wisely kept for shew." On one of these cripples (horresco referens!) reclined a cottage bonnet, with a full allowance of pink ribbons and plumes" à l'Otranto;" which Mr. S. on remarking, picked hastily up, and deposited in another room.

If a fastidious eye might take exceptions at certain arrangements in "first floor, right hand, No. 2-," there were others which were unique. A table stood in the centre, garnished with cold fowls, mutton-ham, lobstersallad, and other exquisite preparations for the suppression of hunger and the promotion of thirst. To guard, however, against the evils and inconveniences of the latter, a long rank of black bottles were arrayed on a sideboard, bearing the titles of "Innishowen," "real Antigua," Cogniac," "Schidam," "Curaçoa," and " Martinique;" lemons, sugar,

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and a boiling kettle, completed the "materiel.” "Come lads! down with your dust. Jerry,

you, what are you groping for?" (as the attendant was adroitly propping a legless chair with a quarto Lexicon.) "If that cursed Skip is not as slow as a slug, and deaf as a beetle— fly down for the chops and Bolognas. Lord! what an appetite a shy with the Philistines gives a man-nothing in the world like exercise. Come, Sir," to O'Hara," hang ceremony-to let a sausage cool is high-treason.”

"Mr. Stamford, I feel too much the service

you

have already conferred, to wish to bring to your table a guest so unfitted for hilarity; I am a man desperately circumstanced; my father's life or death must be determined before this hour to-morrow; and, if within human means, I must, before twelve hours, be sixty miles from this. The best favour you can now bestow, is to suffer me to depart, for every moment is more precious than I can possibly explain."

The party, in astonishment, replaced their knives and forks upon the table. The deep solemnity of the stranger's simple appeal, his unfeigned agony of mind, and undissembled sorrow, touched the generous feelings of the

wild youths. Mr. Stamford warmly, but respectfully, pressed him to be seated, and hinted, in delicate terms, that if he wished to conceal his name, no one should require it.

Henry paused for a moment. "No, Sir, there is no need of concealment of either my name or my misfortunes; of both you may have possibly heard; the parent I spoke of, is Major O'Hara."

"O'Hara, the Rebel!" and all rose together. The well-known name appeared to have electrified them, and the consequences to the stranger, who calmly awaited the result, seemed doubtful, when the master of the revels put an end to this uncertainty by waving his hand authoritatively to his guests, and motioning them to be seated.

"Mr. O'Hara, I beg you will resume your place; though not personally acquainted with you, I have heard much of you from my poor kinsman, M'Donald-you knew him well. (Henry bowed.) And a better fellow never broke his neck at a fox hunt:" and the recollection of the untimely fate of his favourite cousin brought tears to his eyes.

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