to leave the apartment, retreat into the street, and there await his egress before he put his plan into execution. He adopted the latter, as the more feasible expedient, and retired silently down the stairs, through the hall, and into the street, where he passed over to the opposite side of the way, and standing in the shadow of some projecting brick-work, awaited the other's appearance.

He had not to tarry long, for the man whom he sought, having looked from the door-way up and down the lane, to see if "the coast was clear," walked off at a rapid pace in the direction of Kevin's Port. In a moment Douglas was at his side, and had recognized him.

"You are my prisoner. I arrest you in the king's name,' ," said he, seizing him tightly by the collar of the heavy over-all coat he wore. "Produce your warrant, sternly demanded the other.

sir,"

"I hold a commission and need none. Come on; I cannot stand here to parley with you."

Regan made an effort to get his right hand into his breast, which was instantly prevented by the other.

"You have me at advantage," he exclaimed ferociously, as he found himself frustrated in his design; but, by heavens! you shall lap my blood by mouthfuls, before you keep me prisoner."

Both men were in the prime of their age and strength. Of the two Regan was the elder and stouter, but his antagonist was more athletic, and what he wanted in weight was made up in muscle and activity. They stood face to face, and at arm's length, with a hand firmly grasped in the collar of each other, and each man watching the motions of his opponent with the keenest scrutiny. Both had planted themselves as firmly as possible, for the first struggle for the mastery had convinced them of the strength and activity of each.

"You cannot capture me," fiercely hissed Regan through his clenched teeth, as he made a desperate, though unsuccessful effort to free his right arm from the grasp of the officer in which it was enclosed as in a vice. "Twice have you crossed me, and

this time you shall pay the penalty of your rashness."

You are a bloody and a bold villain, but you have met your match," replied Douglas, as he set his grasp firmer, and strained his muscles and sinews to their utmost tension, in an endeavour to bring the other to the ground, but without success.

The struggle continued for some minutes without any visible advantage on either side, Regan making the most fearful struggles to overcome his adversary. At length he got his foot behind him, and collecting all his strength in one giant effort, bent him backwards by sheer strength; when Douglas suddenly let go his hold, and quick as lightning aimed a tremendous and welldirected blow with his clenched fist, which fell upon the large veins of the other's neck, and staggered him off his position. Speedily, however, as this had been done, and successful as it had been in its effects, it was met by a corresponding movement on the part of Regan, which had nearly put a fatal termination to the combat. The instant his arm was free, he drew a pistol from his breast and flashed it at the lieutenant's head: the weapon exploded, and the ball passed through Douglas's hair; but at the same instant it was wrested from Regan's grasp, and he was struck powerless to the earth by a blow from behind, dealt by Serjeant Gillogly, whose opportune arrival at this most critical moment was the means of saving the life of his officer.

It was but the work of a few minutes to bind the prisoner's arms with the serjeant's sash and bring him to the guard-house in Kevin's Port, from whence, according to a special order received, as soon as an account of his capture had reached the higher authorities, he was conveyed to a strong apartment of the traitors' tower in Dublin Castle, and there left for the night.

Having seen the prisoner in safe keeping, Douglas's first impulse was to return and relieve the necessities of Fanny and her mother. He had heard in the conversation which has been related, the fact of their poverty

and distress too fully and too painfully described, to entertain any other idea but that their wants must be most pressing, and how to relieve them without wounding their delicacy was what at present gave him most concern. He bethought him of many schemes, all of which were rejected as soon as formed, in consequence of their impracticability, and at last was fain to have recourse to the old-fashioned one of enclosing them a check in an anonymous letter.

Having hastily written a few lines praying their acceptance, and entreating them to make use, of the enclosed, he took the letter and left his lodgings with the intention of putting it into the post-office.

As he walked along, he could not prevent his thoughts from dwelling upon the strange events of the day with painful and intense interest. That there was some curious and extraordinary mystery in which Fanny Morton was involved, and with which she was intimately connected, not a shadow of doubt now remained upon his mind, and it was with deep pain and sorrow of heart, that he was forced to acknowledge to himself that all communication between her and him must cease for ever. He had heard the villain Regan term her "sister," and the claim of relationship, if not acknowledged, at least had not been disavowed. His blood boiled with indignation as he recollected the allusion to himself, and the infamous insult offered to her by this man, and he felt convinced that if he had not some binding tie with, or some claim upon, the family, he would not have so dared to outrage their feelings, when even a whisper of theirs must ensure his arrest-an arrest that would inevitably lead to

the gallows. "It is," thought he, “a tie of blood alone which could induce so much forbearance under such an accumulation of outrage and insult."

"Again," he remarked, "what do I know of her? May it not all be a conspiracy? May not I be the dupe of their guilt, and my own duplicity, and-but no, no, it cannot be. So pure, so guileless-so sincere! Such a creature must be innocent, or, if guilty herself, must have been made the wretched tool of the designing and crafty."

As the lieutenant thus gave vent to his thoughts, his step was hasty and uneven, and his breast full of conflicting emotions. He was a man much to be pitied: at one moment he was for casting from his bosom every trace of her he loved, and then, when he thought on her sufferingsher helpless and isolated conditionher truth to him-the self-devotedness she had shown on more than one occasion, when circumstances had called it forth, his heart softened, and he could have wept like a child upon her bosom.

With him it was a hard struggle between duty and affection: affection's silken cord led him one way, whilst the iron thrall of duty to his family and his name tore him rudely from all thoughts of further intercourse with the gentle being whose love was so entwined with his existence; and when he retired to his rooms that night, and stretched his wearied body upon a sleepless couch, it was with a broken heart, but a firm resolve to pursue the path of rectitude and duty, no matter how agonizing the struggle, or how much he himself might suffer from the effort. O. G.

(To be continued.)

THIS great but eccentric artist is reported, just before his recent death, to have expressed a wish that his favourite bow should be enclosed in his coffin, saying:-"I wish to take

M.

KARL VON BRUNNEN was a young painter of Vienna, without reputation, though not without talent, who consoled himself at times for the rigour of fortune by frequenting the wein-haus, and the other places of entertainment, which abound in that mirthful city. One day, a knock was heard at his door. With a fluttering heart he opened it, thinking it just possible that some rich connoisseur, suspecting his genius, had come to give him an order for a bildlein (little picture), and haply would cross his palm with the geld beforehand. Alas, it was only his tailor!

Karl owed his schneider a round bill. The schneider was a most obstinate dun. How to put him off, to do him to a turn, not like a capon, but "a chameleon promise-crammed" -this was the question; and its solution, considering the snip's character, would almost require the genius of a Sheridan.

"Ah ha, 'tis you, Herr Muller. My dear sir, tsärtlich welkomen" (a tender welcome)!

"Hein!" said Muller, "this is the tenth time that I've come here, and can't touch a groschen. Very disagreeable! Dreadful loss of time!"

Oh! you come perhaps to ask me for a little money?"

"Money, sir? Most undoubtedly I come to ask for my money. What else should I come for?"

"Oh, I only just thought you might have come to take my measure for a coat I'm consumedly in want of-"

'Sorry to hear it, sir; but shan't put in another stitch for you, until you've paid off the old score!"

"Ausschweifend verschwendung!" (extravagant prodigality!) exclaimed Von Brünnen, pronouncing the uncouth words with a tremendous guttural emphasis, which made them ten times more uncouth, "I shall not need the other coat. The fine season's now arrived; and I shall do admirably well in my shirt-sleeves at home, and my blouse out of doors."

'Pray come down stairs," said Karl, as they descended to a wein-haus on the first floor of the tenement in which he lodged. Karl's good nature and looks had obtained him credit with the Mädchen who stood at the bar.

Karl had not said one word in de

scending, knowing his man well, and understanding the necessity of mollifying him before proceeding—in the language of our modern young English gentlemen-to "gammon him.

Upon entering the room, he merely said: "The rum here is delicious (he perceived the schneider's teeth beginning to water). Do have a glass.'

The order was instantaneously given and complied with. Karl took the schneider down with his eye, as the fowler does the little bird. The single glass had melted away all the ice from around Herr Muller's heart.

Karl plied him with a second, and thawed him into perfect bonhommie and benevolence.

Muller, though upon befitting occasions a very inveterate dun, was a true Deutschlander at heart, and drinking and good-fellowship were with him indigenous qualities. He ordered a flasche of wine to be set before them, and, as to be a connoisseur in such matters is in all countries accounted gentlemanly, found it villainous::

"Bah!" he exclaimed, "this is mere vinager to the wine they sell at a florin the bottle in a wein-haus I know the Freuden der Tafel (pleasures of the table) in the Umgegend (environs) hard by."

Why I was just going in that direction," said Karl.

"Then come with me so far.”— "Recht tsartlich!"

Karl and the schneider set out together. Arrived at the Freuden der Tafel, the tailor ordered a bottle of wine. Its bouquet and flavour were both delicious. Von Brünnen thought it requisite to do as Muller had done at the tavern to which he had first invited him. He called for a second.

"Not here; though they have christened the house The pleasures of the table,' it's all a villainous imposition. Their wine's good, but their eating's abominable."

"Where shall we insert our forks?"

"Not here; that's certain. Just come up the hill with me a little. We shall obtain a glorious view of the city. I know a sweet spot, and their tafel is perfectly enchanting."

Von Brünnen followed the savant tailor up the hill. Half-way up they stopped at another wein-haus, finding it, as they alleged, quite impossible to climb so steep an ascent, without a fresh bottle on the way. They cast their eyes upon the plain, and each man saw a couple of Viennas!

At length they reached the tailor's favourite dining-house. They had soup and a chasse of Curaçoa eachcharming slices of ham, with sauer kraut, and they drank some wine with considerable relish; cutlets and a salad with plenty of hard eggs, and they drank with increased relish; rösten (broiled bones) a favourite dish of the tailor's, and with marvellous gusto he exclaimed :-

“Trinke! trinke !” (drink—drink!) The nachtisch (dessert) followed; and pistachio-nuts and olives demanded each a fresh flagon. Karl's little account had no longer the slightest shred of existence in the tailor's wine-warmed imagination :"I'm happier," he exclaimed, "than the Papst or the Kaiser" (the Pope or the Emperor) as he ordered the fourth bottle.

"Herr Brünnen," he proceeded, hugging the painter to his bosom, "you're a hahn richt männlich (a right manly cock!) Now let's begin the wein-schlacht (wine-combat, -a bottle-battle.)

"Staar!" (a cataract) and I will follow thee," was Karl's reply, and he repeated a passage out of a Bürschen melody about :-"True Deutschlanders we, and what care we for the plebs diebsbande" (the vulgar mob -a band of thieves!")

At the fourth bottle, the tailor

opened his heart to Karl, and began to recount to him the chagrins which he suffered from his henpecking frau. At the fifth, Karl experienced the necessity of unfolding his own bosom, and spoke to the tailor of the intrigues and cabals, which left him in schmach (disgrace), and prevented him from arriving at the very highest point of professional eminence. Such and such a one, whose names he mentioned, had studied with him under Gräf, and had suceeded only because they had toadied Von Paletzen! He seized a piece of chalk, sketched a profile upon the wall, and exclaimed:-" Just look there. teufel! There's not one of those fine-dressed sparks, that wouldn't swallow the chalk sooner than draw such a head as that. Blitz, not one! Well; they have all their splendid houses, while I am dying in a garret.”

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The tailor became soft as padding, and said with a maudlin twinkle, a tear trembling in his eye: "If ever I ask you for money, may I be -! Mein Knave, you'll pay me when you

can!"

They left the house together, after having swallowed a tolerable share of brandy-to facilitate digestionand set out for a short walk before the sonnenuntergang (sun-under-go or sunset.)

"List! list! list-en!" said the tailor, "a young man like you should be well dressed. Blitz! I'll make you a suit."

"But I can't tell when I shall be able to p-p-pay you.”

"You shall paint the p-p-portrait of my wife-der teufel! and the p-pportraits, too, of all my little-ittleittle ones!"

And the tailor finished by measuring him in the open air, making the small mistake of setting down 62 instead of 26 inches!

Then they were both of opinion that it began to grow excessively hot, returned to the wein-haus, and ordered three bottles of wine. After each man had drank his bottle, they saw with great grief that they could hold no more! What was to become of the last bottle? They called the tapster, and arranged with him that he should give the bottle to the first thirsty man, without money, he could