* but I should be a baby to let you out on such a paper as that.” “Well,” said I, “Child's is but a step from this; you may go and get the cash-just giving me an acknowledgment." Nabb drew out the acknowledgment with great punctuality, and set off for the bankers', whilst I prepared myself for departure from this abominable prison. He smiled as he came in. have touched your money; you, that you are the most extortioner I ever met with." “Well," said I, “you and now, I must tell infernal rogue and "O no, Mishter Shtubbish," says he, grinning still, “dere is som greater roag dan me-mosh greater." "Fellow," says I, "don't stand grinning before a gentleman; but give me my hat and cloak, and let me leave your filthy den." "Shtop, Shtubbsh," says he, not even Mistering me this time, "here ish a letter, vich you had better read." two thousand pounds. As for the detainer against me, I was obliged to go through the court for the relief of insolvent debtors. I passed through it, and came out a beggar. But, fancy the malice of that wicked Stiffelkind; he appeared in court as my creditor for £3, with sixteen years' interest, at five per cent., for a PAIR OF TOP-BOOTS. The old thief produced them in court, and told the whole story-Lord Cornwallis, the detection, the pumping, and all. Commissioner Dubobwig was very funny about it. “So Doctor Swishtail would not pay you for the boots, eh, Mr. Stiffelkind " "No; he said, ven I ask him for payment, dey was ordered by a yong boy, and I ought to have gone to his schoolmaster." “What, then, you came on a bootless errand, eh, sir?" (A laugh.) “Bootless, no sare. I brought the boots back vid me; how de devil else could I show dem to you? (Another laugh.) “You've never soled them since, Mr. Tickle I opened the letter; something fell to the shins?" ground: it was my cheque. "I never vood sell dem; I svore I never vood, The letter ran thus: "Messrs. Child and Co. on porpus to be revenged on dat Stobbs.” present their compliments to Captain Stubbs, and "What, your wound has never been healed, eh?” regret that they have been obliged to refuse "Vat do you mean vid your bootless errants payment of the enclosed, having been served and your soling and healing! I tell you I have this day with an attachment by Messrs. Solo-done vat I svore to do; I have exposed him at monson and Co., which compels them to retain 'school, I have broke off a marriage for him, ven Captain Stubbs's balance of £2,010 118 6d. | he would have had twenty tousand pound, and until the decision of the suit of Solomonson r. Stubbs "Fleet Street." “You see," says Mr. Nabb, as I read this dreadful letter, “you see, Shtubbsh, dere vas two debts, -a little von, and a big von. So dey arrested you for the little von, and attashed your money for de big von." Don't laugh at me for telling this story; if you knew what tears are blotting over the paper as I write it; if you knew that for weeks after I was more like a madman than a sane man- a madman in the Fleet Prison, where I went, instead of to the desert island. What had I done to deserve it? Hadn't I always kept an eye to the main chance ? Hadn't I lived economically, and not like other young men? Had I ever been known to squander or give away a single penny! No! I can lay my hand on my heart, and, thank Heaven, say, No! Why-why was I punished so? Let me conclude this miserable history. Seven months-my wife saw me once or twice, and then dropped me altogether-I remained in that fatal place. I wrote to my dear mamma, begging her to sell her furniture, but got no answer. All my old friends turned their backs upon me. My action went against me--I had not a penny to defend it. Solomonson proved my wife's debt, and seized my now I have showed him up in a court of justice ; dat is vat I ave done, and dat's enough." And then the old wretch went down, whilst everybody was giggling and staring at poor me--as if I was not miserable enough already. "This seems the dearest pair of boots you ever had in your life, Mr. Stubbs," said Commissioner Dubobwig, very archly, and then he began to inquire about the rest of my misfortunes. In the fulness of my heart I told him the whole of them; how Mr. Solomonson the attorney had introduced me to the rich widow, Mrs. Manasseh, who had eighty thousand pounds, and an estate in the West Indies. How I was married, and arrested on coming to town, and cast in an action for two thousand pounds, brought against me by this very Solomonson for my wife's debts. "Stop," says a lawyer in the court. "Is this woman a showy black-haired woman, with one eye very often drunk, with three childrenSolomonson, short, with red hair?" "Exactly so," says I, with tears in my eyes. "That woman has married three men within the last two years. One in Ireland, and one at Bath. A Solomonson is, I believe, her husband, and they both were off for America ten days ago." "But why did you not keep your £2,000?" said unlucky, Mr. Stubbs, but it seems as if the biter the lawyer. had been bit in this affair." "Sir, they attached it." "No," said Mr. Dubobwig, "Mr. Stubbs is the "O! well, we may pass you: you have been victim of a FATAL ATTACHMENT." THE BOAT RACE. [By W. C. BENNETT.] To breast the world with, and to cleave your way, A jolly triumph at his rare conceit, "Why, boy, I'm told his room is lit with cups But yet I mask'd my humour with a mirth Its gleaming lilies and its azure bells, there, A summer blossom that the peering sun Shock'd up the tell-tale roses to her cheek, And lit her eyes with starry lights of love Where Kate, the fadeless summer of my life, I thronged my brain with talks of lines and curves, Its by-laid cunning back; so, day by day, moon Gleam'd through the slumbrous leafage of our lawns, I flashed the flowing Isis from my oars, And the day came; how well I mind that day! O hope, was hope a prophet truth alone? A barge moor'd midstream, flush'd with fluttering flags. And we were ranged, and, at the gun, we went, To dim the golden greenness of the fields, O hope, and would the glad day make her mine! Left the last lingerer with us lengths astern, "Oh, if you lose," I answered, "you but lose That told me all; and, ere my heart could leap Of following thousands, heading to the goal, name Miles wide in triumph, "Chester foil'd at last!" I shamed to hear my name more loud than his, T was usually my custom of an afternoon to read Law for a couple of hours, a course of training preparatory to committing myself to the tender mercies of a special pleader; and as Sir John's well-stored library afforded me every facility for so doing, that was the venue I generally selected for my interviews with Messrs. Blackstone, Coke upon Lyttelton, and other legal luminaries. Accordingly, on the day in question, after having nearly quarrelled with my mother for congratulating me warmly on the attainment of my wishes, when I mentioned to her Lawless's proposal, found fault with Fanny's Italian pronunciation so harshly as to bring tears into her eyes, and grievously offended our old female domestic by disdainfully rejecting some pet abomination upon which she had decreed that I should lunch, I sallied forth, and, not wishing to encounter any of the family, entered the hall by a side door, and reached the library unobserved. To my surprise I discovered Lawless (whom I did not recollect ever to have seen there before, he being not much given to literary pursuits) seated, pen in hand, at the table, apparently absorbed in the mysteries of composition. "I shall not disturb you, Lawless," said I, taking | down a book. "I am only going to read Law for an hour or two." "Eh! disturb me?" was the reply; "I'm uncommon glad to be disturbed, I can tell you, for hang me if I can make head or tail of it! Here have I been for the last three hours trying to write an offer to your sister, and actually have not contrived to make a fair start of it yet. I wish you would lend me a hand, there's a good fellow-1 know you are up to all the right dodges-just give one a sort of notion, eh? don't you see?" "What! write an offer to my own sister? Well, of all the quaint ideas I ever heard, that's the oddest-really you must excuse me." "Very odd, is it?" inquired Coleman, opening the door in time to overhear the last sentence. "Pray let me hear about it then, for I like to know of odd things particularly; but, perhaps, I'm intruding?" "Eh? no; come along here, Coleman," cried Lawless, "you are just the very boy I want-I am going to be married-that is, I want to be, don't you see, if she'll have me, but there's the rub; Frank Fairlegh is all right, and the old lady says she's agreeable, so everything depends on the young woman herself-if she will but say 'Yes,' * By permission of Messrs. George Routledge and Sons. me to overlook any unsoundness or disposition to vice. . "That one did not turn out civilly, you see," said Lawless, "or else it wasn't such a bad beginning." we shall go a-head in style; but, unfortunately, before she is likely to say anything one way or the other, you understand, I've got to pop the question, as they call it. Now, I've about as much notion of making an offer, as a cow has of dancing a hornpipe so I want you to help us a bit-eh !" "Here's a better," rejoined Coleman. "Ex"Certainly," replied Freddy, courteously; "Iquisitely beautiful Fanny, fairest of that lovely shall be only too happy, and as delays are sex, which to distinguish it from us rough and dangerous, I had perhaps better be off at once-ready fox-hunters, who, when once we get our where is the young lady " "Eh! hold hard there! don't go quite so fast, young man," exclaimed Lawless, aghast; "if you bolt away at that pace you'll never see the end of the run; why, you don't suppose I want you to go and talk to her-pop the question rica voce, do you? You'll be advising me to be married by deputy, I suppose, next. No, no, I'm going to do the trick by letter-something like a Valentine, only rather more so, eh? but I can't exactly manage to write it properly. If it was but a warranty for a horse, now, I'd knock it off in no time, but this is a sort of thing, you see, I'm not used to; one doesn't get married as easily as one sells a horse, nor as often, eh ? and it's rather a nervous piece of business - a good deal depends upon the letter." heads at any of the fences of life, go at it, never mind how stiff it may be (matrimony has always appeared to me one of the stiffest), and generally contrive to find ourselves on the other side, with our hind legs well under us;-a sex, I say, which to distinguish it from our own, is called the fair sex, a stock of which I never used to think any great things, reckoning them only fit to canter round the parks with, until I saw you brought out, when I at once perceived that your condition-that is, my feelings-were so inexpressible that...!" "Ah!" interposed Lawless, "that's where I got bogged, sank in over the fetlocks, and had to give it up as a bad job." "In fact, your feelings became too many for you," returned Coleman; "but what have we here! "You've been trying your hand at it already, I-verses, by all that's glorious!" see," observed Coleman, seating himself at the table; "pretty consumption of paper! I wonder what my governor would say to me if I were to set about drawing a deed in this style; why, the stationer's bill would run away with all the profits." "Never mind the profits, you avaricious Jew," replied Lawless. "Yes, I've been trying effects, as the painters call it putting down two or three beginnings to find out which looked the most like the time of day-you understand!" "No, no! I'm not going to let you read them," exclaimed Lawless, attempting to wrest the paper out of his hand. "Two or three?" repeated Coleman, "six or seven rather, royons. Mr. Lawless presents his affections to Miss Fairlegh, and requests the hon. Not a bad idea, an offer in the third person-the only case in which a third person would not be de trop in such an affair." "Eh! yes, I did the respectful when I first started, you know, but I soon dropped that sort of thing when I got warm; you'll see, I stepped out no end afterwards." "Honoured Miss,' continued Coleman, reading, "My sentiments, that is, your perfections, your splendid action, your high breeding, and the many slap-up points that may be discerned in you by any man that has an eye for a horse . . ." "Ah! that was where I spoiled it," sighed Law19ss. "Be quiet, Lawless," rejoined Coleman, holding him off, "sit down directly, sir, or I won't write a word for you: I must see what all your ideas are, in order to get some notion of what you want to say; besides, I've no doubt they'll be very original. I. 'Sweet Fanny, there are moments When the heart is not one's own, II. 'Dear Fanny, there are moments III. 'Yes, Fanny, there are moments When a smile is worth a throne, -Why, you never wrote those, Lawless?" "Didn't I?" returned Lawless, "but I know I did, though-copied them out of an old book I "Here's a very pretty one," resumed Freddy. found up there, and wrote some more to 'em, "Adorable and adored Miss Fanny Fairlegh, because I thought there wasn't enough for the seeing you as I do, with the eyes' (Why, she would money, besides putting in Fanny's name instead not think you saw her with your nose, would of-what, do you think -Phillis-there's a name she?) of fond affection, probably would induce for you; the fellow must have been a fool. Why, |