men, forward, flippant, illiterate, gaudy, yet unwashed, quarrelsome and rude, with them I could not associate; and, as they despised me for my poverty and my profession, I was more the object of their dislike and avoidance. One of my little pupils whispered to me the next day, that brother Tom had said ' I was a milksop, a lady's man, a beggar, a poor teacher, and as full of pride as an egg's full of meat; whereupon Susan, his sister, had flown out at her brother Tom; had declared

I was quite the gentleman, and a pattern for she knew who; that I danced quite elegant; and she was sure I should turn out to be a lord some day!' 'Yes,' retorted Tom, the lord knows who!' Upon this Miss Susan, much provoked, had struck Mr. Tom. A severe scuffle ensued; but, as she was the most courageous, it ended by her scratching his face, and carrying off a handful of his red hair. The little boy begged me 'not to tell,' as it was all made up; Tom

having begged Susan's pardon, and promised to be very civil to me when next we met. Alas! alas! fancy my occasioning such a commotion in the family of a Mr. Primer, of Little Gower Street.

"One of the results of my success at this soirée, where, by the by, I danced with some city Hebes, was a complimentary remark from Mrs. Primer the next day, that she ' wished Master James held himself as I did; she was sure, as Mr. Primer had observed, that I must be a good fencer.' 'Do you fence, Mr. Lindsay?' I was taken by surprise, or certainly I should have parried this. As it was, I owned that I did, and she got me at advantage. Might I beg as a particular favour one little odd half hour, just to put James in the way of fencing a little? a little? We should feel so indebted.'

"I rather unwillingly agreed. The lady, with many thanks, rose to go-she returned ere she reached the door. You are a very

elegant waltzer, Mr. Lindsay. My poor little Mary......would so like......a hint or two.'

"I am willing to do any thing I can to serve you, madam; but I have some dignity to keep up as a tutor here, and I cannot risk it by hopping about for the amusement of my young friends.' She coloured, bowed, and retired.

"I cannot tell you, beloved friends, how I long to see you all again! to find myself once more under the sweet and long-disregarded influence of the Woman-Deity-Affection,'

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"That only Eve, that never knew a fall,

Sad as the dove, but like the dove surviving all.'

Yes, to be, if only for a few days, 'where the eye of the stranger shall haunt me no more.'

"I have seen but little of De Villeneuve. He has been in great distress himself, poor fellow ! La Zelie is privately married to old Gripeall, and leaves the stage. Mr. Jobb drives two horses, so he is thriving, I suppose. Poor

Fitzcribb is become sub-editor of the 'Hornet,'

and has offered to serve me.

Milton is grown

Corinna has been

a very fine youth, and poor in half a dozen situations, and is now at home, where Lord Madrigal and his Fugitive Follies are constant visitors. Uncle Gregory has often kindly invited me to stay with him; but I have vowed to accomplish a certain object, and I must be firm.

"The other day, an elegant carriage, with dashing outriders, nearly went over me in a crossing. I heard a scream- I saw feathers and black ringlets waving, and a lady bowed. She pulled the checkstring, but I recognised Augusta, and darted off at full speed. I know not why I fled so rapidly; it was rather to spare her than myself, for my heart, thank Heaven! is now free.

"I feel as if I had awakened from a dream, and a dream that I do not even regret. I am grateful that this change in my fortunes oc

curred before poor Augusta was mine; for the woman who could shrink from me at such an hour......think what a wife she would have been, for a ruined man!

Her

"I grieve to say that, from the slight glance I had of her, she is sadly altered. bloom and stately air seem gone; but, of course, she was shocked to see him, once all but affianced to her, careworn, splashed, and poorly clad, hurrying along, laden with books, and nearly run over by her equipage.

"I think she wished to follow me, to offer me any service in her power, for, even as I fled, I turned and saw her plumes waving in the distance. But I darted up a lane, and disappeared. A footman, in the Riskwell livery, has been in the neighbourhood, I suppose to seek me. I shall not assist him; for, though not too proud to toil, I am too proud to receive any attention from Augusta.

"Write to me soon, sweet Ellen. I often