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ceding night, joined to the unusual quantity of wine he drank, rendered him confused and uncomfortable. The servant informed him that his luggage had been despatched by a carrier, and that the papers and money he required were deposited in his attendant's saddle-bags. On reaching the hall-door, he found his horses waiting ; the new groom smiled at his abstraction as he held the stirrup, but his master was too busily occupied in gazing on the window of Emily's chamber to observe it. For an instant the curtains were unclosed--a form appeared, but for a moment--a hand waved its mute adieu, and the curtains resumed their place. The servant at the moment loosed the impatient horse, and the traveller found himself unwillingly carried away from his mistress and his home.
Lovers on the road are not sparers of horseflesh; and contrary to the established habit of experienced horsemen, having a long way to accomplish, Henry adopted a pace rarely used, except by people seeking a Doctor, or avoiding a Sheriff. His attendant, however, did not approve of this precipitate mode of travelling,
and after cantering a couple of miles, he rode up alongside of his master
“ We ride very fast, Sir.”
“ So much the better,” replied the traveller.
“ We'll kill the horses,” said the lacquey.
“ And, pray what the devil's that to you?” rejoined the master.
“ I'll be hanged if I ride at this rate,” said the groom.
• What, you wont-Merciful powers ! why, Lord Edward !”—and both laughed heartily. Fitzstephen was in complete disguise; his frock, laced hat, leathers, and boots were clean and tidy; with reverend care his master's cloak was buckled round his waist, and saddle-bags strapped behind, completed the costume of a smart equerry
Night came on, as the travellers rode through the village of Swords, seven miles from the Metropolis. A horseman joined them as they left the town, and with the freedom granted by the rules of wayfaring, entered into conversation
“ A fine night, Gentlemen," [Lord Edward,
after clearing the village, had ridden alongside O'Hara)—" and a pleasant day for spring work."
O'Hara made a general reply; and the traveller continued—“ I have been as far as Dro. gheda, and thought to have been home with light, for these are no times to be late upon the road, but it failed me, and right glad I was to see an Officer, (for I knew you by the cloak to be a Dragoon,) and I'll make bold, as a loyal man, and true yeoman, to ask leave to keep company till we reach the city ?”
Henry was at a loss what to answer, when Fitzstephen, in French, told him to encourage the mistake, and, if asked for his regiment, to say he belonged to the Legion.
" Ah," said the loyalist, “ let Tom Twist alone,” and he laughed at his own sharpness. " I never made a wrong guess in my life-how do you think I knew you ? There I'll tell you, I looked at your cloak, and the devil an Irish tailor, says I, ever stuck a needle in it; it's the very ditto of Major-oh-Major-Lord ! but these Jarman names are hard to get one's tongue. about"
Koffman,” said Lord Edward, who had been intimate with the Hompeschers.
s. The same, by jing. I made one for Al. derman Doolittle, our Captain, by the pattern he borrowed from the Major; and should be most happy, noble Captain, to serve you, should you require any thing in my way.”
“ A tailor, I presume,” said Henry.
« And ladies' habit-maker," said Twist. “I work for the Rotunda Cavalry; and though I say it, they are the best dressed troop in the qity. But, Captain, may I crave the honour of
Klopperchausen,” said Henry, without hesitation.
“ Well, Captain Clipper Castle, you, may bę, did not hear the news. I saw the Gazette of last night, and, Lord, it was enough to frighten one out of their life-there was an account of the conspiracy discovered to kill the Chancellor, and poison the Lord Mayor, and run away with the House of Commons ; and then that desperate villain, Lord Edward Fitzstephen, at the bottom of all--he's the Devil! Christ pardon us !"
Here the groom jogged Captain Klopperchausen. “ But," continued the tailor, “ he'll be taken-there's a reward of one thousand pounds offered.”
“ What!” cried the supposed German, “one thousand pounds; why that's a serious sum."
“Oh! the government are determined, and have him they will; they say he's either in the north or skulking about Dublin-we are all upon the look-out, and Captain Clipper Kitchen, if we had him by the collar
“ If we had, we would hold him fast," said the Captain.
“ But isn't it wonderful what dacent English you speak--we have a trumpeter, a Hessian, called Tronch, and devil a word we can tell of what he says, more than if he was a Frenchman.”
“ Just the case with my servant-I say, Skoffilbrutzer, do you know Mr. Tronch, the trumpeter?”
Lord Edward denied all knowledge of Mr. Tronch in execrable English. “ Ah,” cried the tailor, “ I would swear they were brothers.”
“ Educated in England by my aunt,” said the communicative Captain; “ I speak English