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"Let you know directly, Sir. (Hand down the Wonder Lunnunbook, there.) When for, Sir?"

I stood aghast at the fellow's coolness." To-morrow." "Full outside, Sir; just one place vacant, in."

The very word, "outside," bringing forcibly to my mind the idea of ten or a dozen shivering creatures being induced, by any possible means, to perch themselves on the top of a coach, on a dark, dull, dingy, drizzling morning in January, confirmed me in my belief that the whole affair was, what is vulgarly called, a take-in.'

"So you will venture then to book a place for me?" "Yes, Sir, if you please."

"And, perhaps, you will go so far as to receive half "If you please, Sir,-one-pound-two."

my fare ?"

"Well, you are an extraordinary person! Perhaps, now-pray be attentive-perhaps, now, you will carry on the thing so far as to receive the whole?"

"If you please, Sir-two-pound-four."

I paid him the money; observing, at the same time, and in a tone calculated to impress his imagination with a vivid picture of attorneys, counsel, judge, and jury,—" You shall hear from me again."

"If you please, Sir; to-morrow morning, at five punctual—start to a minute, Sir,-thank'ee, Sir-good morning, Sir." And this he uttered without a blush.

"To what expedients," thought I, as I left the office, " will men resort, for the purpose of injuring their neighbours. Here is one who exposes himself to the consequences of an action at law, or, at least, to the expense of sending me to town, in a chaise and four, at a reasonable hour of the day; and all for so paltry an advantage as that of preventing my paying a trifling sum to a rival proprietor,-and on the preposterous pretence, too, of sending me off at five in the morning !"

The first person I met was my friend, Mark Norrington, and

Even now, though months have since rolled over my head, I shudder at the recollection of the agonies I suffered, when assured by him of the frightful fact, that I had, really and truly, engaged myself to travel in a coach, which, really and truly, did start at five in the morning. But as the novel-writers of the good old Minerva school used, in similar cases, to say "in pity to my sympathising reader's feelings, I must draw the mysterious veil of concealment over my, oh! too acute sufferings!" These, I must own, were, in no little degree, aggravated by the manner of my friend. Mark, as a sort of foil to his many excellent qualities, has one terrible failing it is a knack of laughing at one's misfortunes; or, to use his own palliating phrase, he has a habit of looking at the ridiculous side of things. Ridiculous! Heavens! as if any one possessing a spark of humanity could perceive any thing to excite his mirth in the circumstance of a fellow-creature's being forced out of his bed at such an hour! After exhibiting many contortions of the mouth, produced by a decent desire to maintain a gravity suitable to the occasion, he, at length, burst into a loud laugh; and exclaiming (with a want of feeling I shall never entirely forget), "Well, I wish you joy of your journey; you must be UP at four!" away he went. It may be asked why I did not forfeit my forty-four shillings, and thus

escape the calamity. No; the laugh would have been too much against me: so, resolving to put a bold face on the matter, II will not say I walked-I positively swaggered about the streets of Bristol, for an hour or two, with all the self-importance of one who has already performed some extraordinary exploit, and is conscious that the wondering gaze of the multitude is directed towards him. Being condemned to the miseries, it was but fair I should enjoy the honours of the undertaking. To every person I met, with whom I had the slightest acquaintance, I said aloud, "I start at five to-morrow morning!" at the same time adjusting my cravat and pulling up my collar: and I went into three or four shops and purchased trifles, for which I had no earthly occasion, for the pure gratification of my vain-glory, in saying, "Be sure you send them to-night, for I start at five in the morning!" But beneath all this show of gallantry, my heart, like that of many another hero on equally desperate occasions-my heart was ill at ease. I have often thought that my feelings, for the whole of that distressing afternoon, must have been very like those of a person about to go, for the first time, up in balloon. I returned to Reeves' hotel, College-green, where I was lodging. "I'll pack my portmanteau" (the contents of which were scattered about in the drawers, on the tables, and on the chairs)—" that will be so much gained on the enemy," thought I; but on looking at my watch, I found I had barely time to dress for dinner; the Norringtons, with whom I was engaged, being punctual people. "No matter; I'll pack it to-night." "Twas well I came to that determination; for the instant I entered the drawing-room, Mrs. Norrington rang the bell, and just said to the servant who appeared at its summons, "Dinner :" a dissyllable which, when so uttered, timed, and accompanied, is a polite hint that the dinner has not been improved by your late arrival.

My story, however, had arrived there before me; and I must do my friends the justice to say, that all that kindness could do for me, under the circumstances, was done. Two or three times, indeed, Mark looked at me full in the face, and laughed outright, without any apparent cause for such a manifestation of mirth; and once when, after a few glasses of wine, I had almost ceased to think of the fate that awaited me, Miss Adelaide suddenly inquired, "Do you really start at five? isn't that rather early?"—" Rather,” replied I, with all the composure I could assume. But for a smile, and a sly look at her papa, I might have attributed the distressing question to thoughtlessness, rather than a deliberate desire to inflict pain. To parody a well-known line, I may say that, upon the whole

"To me, this Twelfth-night was no night of mirth.”

Before twelve o'clock, I left a pleasant circle, revelling in all the delights of Twelfth-cake, pam-loo, king-and-queen, and forfeits, to pack my portmanteau,

"And inly ruminate the morning's danger!"

The individual who, at this time, so ably filled the important office of" Boots," at the hotel, was a character. Be it remembered that, in his youth, he had been discharged from his place for omitting to call a

gentleman, who was to go by one of the morning-coaches, and who, thereby, missed his journey. This misfortune made a lasting impression on the intelligent mind of Mr. Boots.

“Boots," said I, in a mournful tone, "you must call me at four o'clock."

"Do'ee want to get up, zur?" inquired he, with a broad Somersetshire twang.

"Want it, indeed! no; but I must."

"Well, zur, I'll carl 'ee; but will 'ee get up when I do carl?" Why, to be sure I will."

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"That be all very well to zay overnight, zur; but it bean't at all the zame thing when marnen do come. I knoa that of old, zur. Gemmen doan't like it, zur, when the time do come, that I tell 'ee." "Like it! who imagines they should?"

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Well, zur, if you be as sure to get up as I be to carl 'ee, you'll not know what two minutes arter vore means in your bed. Sure as ever clock strikes, I'll have 'ee out, dang'd if I doan't! Good night, zur;" and exit, Boots.

"And now I'll pack my portmanteau."

It was a bitter cold night, and my bed-room fire had gone out. Except the rush-candle, in a pierced tin box, I had nothing to cheer the gloom of a very large apartment,-the walls of which, (now dotted all over by the melancholy rays of the rush-light, as they struggled through the holes of the box,) were of dark-brown wainscot,—but one solitary wax taper. There lay coats, trowsers, linen, books, papers, dressing-materials, in dire confusion, about the room. despair I sat me down at the foot of the bed, and contemplated the chaos around me. My energies were paralyzed by the scene. Had it been to gain a kingdom I could not have thrown a glove into the portmanteau; so, resolving to defer the packing till the morrow, I got into bed.

In

My slumbers were fitful-disturbed. Horrible dreams assailed me. Series of watches, each pointing to the hour of FOUR, passed slowly before me-then, time-pieces-dials, of a larger size,—and, at last, enormous steeple-clocks, all pointing to FOUR, FOUR, FOUR. "A change came o'er the spirit of my dream," and endless processions of watchmen moved along, each mournfully dinning in my ears, "Past four o'clock." At length I was attacked by night-mare. Methought I was an hour-glass-old Father Time bestrode me-he pressed upon me with unendurable weight-fearfully and threateningly did he wave his scythe above my head-he grinned at me, struck three blows, audible blows, with the handle of his scythe, on my breast, stooped his huge head, and shrieked in my ear

"Vore o'clock, zur; I zay it be vore o'clock." "Well, I hear you."

"But I doan't hear you. Vore o'clock, zur."

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Very well, very well, that 'll do.”

Beggin' your pardon, but it woan't do, zur.

past vore, zur."

"The devil take you, will you

"If you please, zur; but 'ee must get up.

'Ee must get up

It be a good deal past

vore--no use for 'ee to grumble, zur; nobody do like gettin' up at

vore o'clock, as can help it; but 'ee toald I to carl 'ee, and it bean't my duty to go till I hear 'ee stirrin' about the room. Good deal past vore, 'tis I assure 'ee, zur."—And here he thundered away at the door; nor did he cease knocking till I was fairly up, and had shown myself to him in order to satisfy him of the fact. "That 'll do, zur; 'ee toald I to carl 'ee, and I hope I ha' carld 'ee properly."

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I lit my taper at the rush-light. On opening a window-shutter I was regaled with the sight of a fog, which London itself, on one of its most perfect November days, could scarcely have excelled. A dirty, drizzling rain was falling. My heart sank within me. It was now twenty minutes past four. I was master of no more than forty disposable minutes, and, in that brief space, what had I not to do! The duties of the toilet were indispensable-the portmanteau must be packed—and, run as fast as I might, I could not get to the coachoffice in less than ten minutes. Hot water was a luxury not to be procured at that villainous hour not a human being in the house (nor, do I firmly believe, in the universe entire,) had risen-my unfortunate self, and my companion in wretchedness, poor Boots, excepted. The water in the jug was frozen; but, by dint of hammering upon it with the handle of the poker, I succeeded in enticing out about as much as would have filled a tea-cup. Two towels, which had been left wet in the room, were standing on a chair bolt upright, as stiff as the poker itself, which you might, almost as easily, have bent. The tooth-brushes were riveted to the glass, of which (in my haste to disengage them from their strong hold,) they carried away a fragment; the soap was cemented to the dish; my shaving-brush was a mass of ice. In shape more appalling Discomfort had never appeared on earth. I approached the looking-glass. Even had all the materials for the operation been tolerably thawed, it was impossible to use a razor by such a light.-"Who's there?"

"Now, if 'ee please, zur; no time to lose; only twenty-vive minutes to vive."

I lost my self-possession-I have often wondered that morning did not unsettle my mind!

There was no time for the performance of any thing like a comfortable toilet. I resolved therefore to defer it altogether till the coach should stop to breakfast. "I'll pack my portmanteau; that must be done." In went whatever happened to come first to hand. In my haste, I had thrust in, amongst my own things, one of mine host's frozen towels. Every thing must come out again." Who's there?"

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Now, zur; 'ee'll be too late, zur!"

In my

"Coming!"-Every thing was now gathered together-the portmanteau would not lock. No matter, it must be content to travel to town in a deshabille of straps. Where were my boots? hurry, I had packed away both pair. It was impossible to travel to London, on such a day, in slippers. Again was every thing to be undone.

"Now, zur, coach be going."

The most unpleasant part of the ceremony of hanging (scarcely excepting the closing act) must be the hourly notice given to the culprit, of the exact length of time he has yet to live. Could any circumstance have added much to the miseries of my situation, most assuredly

it would have been those unfeeling reminders. "I'm coming," groaned "I have only to pull on my boots." They were both left-footed! Then must I open the rascally portmanteau again.

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"What in the name of the

"Coach be gone, please, zur."

do you want now?"

"Gone! Is there a chance of my overtaking it?"

"Bless 'ee! noa, zur; not as Jem Robbins do droive. He be vive mile off by now."

"You are certain of that?"

"I warrant 'ee, zur."

At this assurance I felt a throb of joy, which was almost a compensation for all my sufferings past. " Boots," said I, "you are a kindhearted creature, and I will give you an additional half-crown. Let the house be kept perfectly quiet, and desire the chambermaid to call

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"At what o'clock, zur?"

"This day three months at the earliest."

P*.

A MORNING IN SPAIN.

“Levantate gloria mia; levantate psalterio y cithera: me levantano de madrugada.”

El libro de los Psalmos.

WAKE, while the mists on blue Sierras sleeping,

Like crowns of glory in the distance lie;

When, breathing from the South, o'er blossoms sweeping,
The gale bears music through the sunny sky;

While fount and garden, olive-grove and stream,

Wear the calm beauty of an Eden-dream.

Wake, while unfettered thoughts, in freshness springing,
Bid the heart leap within its prison-cell;

While birds and brooks on the pure air are flinging
The mellow chant of their beguiling spell;
While earliest winds their anthems have begun,
And, incense-laden, their sweet journeys run.

Then, Psaltery and Harp, a tone awaken
Whereto the echoing bosom shall reply,

As Earth's rich scenes, by shadowy night forsaken,
Unfold their beauty to the filling eye:

When, like the restless breeze, or wild-bird's lay,
Pure thoughts, on dove-like pinions, float away.

Wake thou, too, man! when from refreshing slumber
On thy luxurious couch thou dost arise,
Thanks for Life's golden gifts-a countless number-

Calm dreams, and soaring hopes, and summer skies:
Wake! let thy heart's fine chords be touch'd in praise.
While the glad sunbeams tremble in thy ways!

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