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table, and tears fell fast upon it. At last, ashamed of his weakness, he sprang up, and his late mood of torpid sadness gave way to rage and resentment. "Perish every recollection of my folly!" cried he, fiercely tearing away a miniature which was suspended from his neck, and dashing it against the fire-place. It struck violently against the fender, and rolled back to his feet. 66 Nay, it may serve to flatter some other dupe, and she shall have it;" he bitterly added, as he picked it from the carpet, and gazed on it with an indescribable look. "Beautiful indeed! Such," said he, " are the features there is the eye that fascinated me-there is the lip I madly pressed to mine, and there the bosom, which I believed had never throbbed for another. Oh! woman-woman! Many has that soft eye lighted to ruin-many have sighed upon that rosy lip. Offspring of artifice, false and worthless as thou art, thus perish every memorial of thee!" He rushed to the fire-place, threw the picture in the flames, and with a dark smile, gazed on the blackening trinket as its enamel crackled in the glowing embers. Long after every vestige of

the likeness of her he once so fondly loved had disappeared, his eye rested on the spot:-the opening door at length aroused him, and hastily taking his hat, without any determinate object in view, he found himself traversing the streets.

He had wandered thus for two hours-ten o'clock struck, and he turned his steps homewards. Crowds still moved in various directions, influenced by different motives, and agitated by different feelings; some with gay dresses and gayer hearts, were hurrying to scenes of festivity, humming a popular tune as they passed along. Here the pilferer by profession roamed under the concealment of the darkness; while the courtesan, with misery in her heart and laughter on her lip-her slight garments il calculated to protect her from the cold, shivered as she smiled on every well-dressed pedestrian. The police-man was watching the pickpocket, and the pickpocket was watching the passenger. Now and then some M. D., startled from the whist-table, rumbled by in a hackney-coach, ruminating on the patient's case or the profit of the visit. Some were happy-others not; but none felt

the agony of the wanderer. Reckless of all around him, he strode at random through the streets, and although an object of curiosity to all, none could excite his attention for an instant. The marauders, deterred by his powerful and athletic figure, forbore to jostle himthe Cyprian complimented his handsome face in vain-and the guardian of the night stepped respectfully aside to allow the stranger room to pass him. He had nearly reached his hotel, when a band of Bacchanalians sallied from a neighbouring coffee-house; and either for the purpose of mutual support, or through insolence to those walking in the streets, they linked themselves together, and blocking up the footway, pushed rudely against those they met with. O'Hara was passing in mental abstraction, when he felt himself thrown violently from the curb-stone. In return, a blow from his powerful arm prostrated the man next him, and an assault was made on him by the whole party; but, finding themselves firmly opposed, they discovered they had made an injudicious selection. They called the watchthe mob joined the stranger-and an imme

diate battle was the consequence. To describe it particularly, we must state, with regret, our total inability, and we lament that Pierce Egan, or some other historiographer of the Fancy, was not present to immortalize it. We shall only say that numerous corks were drawn on the occasion-claret was as plenty as ditchwater-facers right and left were going as thick as hops-many a Charley kissed his mother earth, and many a sporting cove went down like a bag of saw-dust. Victory was long doubtful, till the watchmen swarmed from the neighbouring beats, and the mob, alarmed by their numbers, gradually gave way and fled. Some Irishmen from St. Giles's, headed by O'Hara, still offered a desperate resistance, until a blow on the head having prostrated their leader, the battle terminated, after a furious struggle, in the capture of the whole. This was, however, not achieved without a profusion of blood and battery, which the appearance of the combatants attested when they appeared at the office of justice.

In a few minutes the prisoners were introduced to the bar, where Alderman S pre

sided. The prosecutors soon after appeared, and entering one after another, were recognised with great astonishment by the magistrate. “Ah, my Lord Haughton! Sir John! Colonel Morris! Captain Fribble! Is it possible? Good God! your Lordship has had your eye blackened-water and a towel for the Colonel. Why what has been the matter?—an assault, no doubt; but I'll make an example of them. Pray, will your Lordship please to state your complaint?" A charge of wanton and aggra-. vated assault was here unblushingly given in by the Peer, and his companions re-echoed the same. The Alderman turned wrathfully to the prisoners.

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Pray, sir, you well-dressed fellow, who may you be?"

"An Irishman."

"Umph! a highwayman then I presume?" "Then is your presumption false and insolent," was the reply. The justice seemed electrified, and grew pale with rage.

" Do you know me, you

rascal?"

"Better, it would seem, than you appear to know me," was coolly answered. :