nipeuimanenetat County of Seva $2.00 per Annum VOL. 2, No. 16.] ' All extremes are error, the opposite of error is nuitruth but error; truth lies between the extremes." in advance. STRATFORD, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 20, 1864. (WHOLE No. 43 Select Poetry. DOP PPAR AL It Isn't allinbringing up. It isn't all in " bringing up," Let folks say what they will ; To silver scour a pewter cup-- It will be pewter still. E'en he of old, wise Solomon, Who said " train up a child," If I mistake not had a son Proved rattle-brained and wild! Aman of mark; who fain would pass For lord of sea and land, May have the training of a. son, And bring him up full grand ; May give him all the wealth of lore, Ofcollege and of school, But after all may make no more Than just a decent fool. Another, raised by penury Upon her bitter bread, ~ Whose road to knowledge is like that The good to Heaven must tread. He's got a spark of Nature's light, He'll fan it toa flame, Till in its burning letters bright, The world may read his name. If it were all in " bringing up," In counsel and restraint, Such rascals had been honest men-- I'd been myself a saint. QO! it isn't all in " bringing up." Let folks say what they will! Neglect may dima silver cup-- It will be silver still. From Chamber's Journal. LOST SIR MASSINGBERD. (Continued.) CHAPTER VII.--MERTING HIS MATCH. Sir Massingberd's unlooked-for entrance ito the drawing-room at the Dovecot had a result that must seem almost farcical to those who read it, but which to me, who dwelt among his trem- bling vassals, and had learned, day |by day, to fear and hate him more and more, had nothing in it extraordinary. I, Peter Meredith, bolted straightway into the conservatory, and there en- sconced myself within the shadow of an orange- tree, while the Rev. Matthew Long left the room with equal celerity by the door. As for me, I confess that I was actuated by panic on my own account; my tutor's apprehensions were aroused on behalf of another. The instant after he dissappeared, I heard the lock of. the library door shut into its staple, and knew that Marma- duke was in a friend's keeping, and safe from any incursion of his uncle. I could see that Mr. Gerard knew this too, for a gleam of pleasure passed over his face, and then left it determined, defiant, ard almost mocking, as when he had first set eyes upon the intruder. There was a fire in the otherwise darkening room, and from my place of.concealment, I could watch the lineaments of both its inmates--and two more resolved and haughty countenances I had never beheld. 'Ts it. the costume of your respectable family, Sir Massingberd Heath,' observed my host, ' to force themselves into houses whose owners do not desire the honor of their presence ?' 'It is their custom to hold their own, sir,' answered the baronet curtly; 'and Iam come after my nephew.' It is impossible to convey the effect which this audacious speech had upon me, its unseen hearer ; unblushing, scornfully open as it was, an awful threat seeméd to lie within it, and above all, a consciousness of the power to carry it into effect. Even Mr. Gerard, who could have had no knowledge of the things thatI knew, and had never heard the history of Grimjaw, seemed to feel a tremor as he listened. 'Your nephew, sir, is not in a condition to receive you,' returned my host. 'The conse- quences of seeing you might, Ido not hesitate to say, be fatal to him,' a is 'The opinion of his medical man is different, observed Sir Massingherd with a sneer. 'Dr. Sitwell--a most estimable person, I should say, and endowed with excellent sense--has been so yery kind as to ride over himself to Fairburn as soon as he could leave his patient, in order to apprise me exactly how the matter stands. He recommends my seeing Marmaduke in his first lucid interval--' There is no knowing,' said he, } 'whether that may not be your poor dear nephew's last.' 'Your poor dear nephew,' repeated Mr. Gerard with great distinctness. 'Very dear, doubtless, but not what one would call poor, at least in the matter of expectations.' Poor or rich, sir,' retorted the other, ' he has been placed in my hands as being those most fitted to take care of him.' Mr. Gerard shrugged his shoulders, and smiled sardonically. ' You seem to conceive that confidence mis- placed, sir,' continued the baronet. 'The want of your good opinion afflicts me beyond measure. J am aware that I fail to satisfy pious persons in some particulars, but that Mr. Harvey Gerard's susceptibilities should be offended is indeed a serious consideration ; it is as though the devii himself should cry ' For shame!' 'Sir Massingberd Heath, you are under my roof, although unbidden and unwelcome,' re- turned my host; 'your tongue, therefore, is chartered, so far as I am concerned. I could not, I confess, help my countenance expressing some astonishment when you spoke of your fitness for the education of youth.' : There was a pause here for which I could not account. Sir Massingberd's eyes were rivetted upon something on which the firelight danced and shone, I should very much misrepresent the baronet's character, and probably even ex- rate his capabilities, if I said he blushed, but certainly his countenance changed. Then he broke out fiercely: 'I live asI choose, sir, and am answerable to no man, least of all to you. The parsons had their say, and have got their reply long ago, but am [ also to be arraigned oye 'You cannot justify yourself by any quarrel with me,' interrupted Mr. Gerard. 'I have, as you say, although not for the foolish reason you would mention, no right to be either your judge or accuser. But, Sir Massingberd, there is a God whom we have both good cause to fear.' 'So you make your own sermons, | perceive!' exclaimed the other bitterly. 'That is the rea- son, is it, why the good folks never see you at church? Cant amuses me always ; but religion out of your mouth is humorous indeed. Pray, go on, sir, if my dear nephew can wait a little, for1 should be sorry to miss him altogether. You were affirming, I think, the existence of a God, 'I was about to urge,' continued Mr. Gerard with grave severity, 'since howsoever persons differ on religious matters, they generally acknowledge a common Father, that if there is one crime more hateful to Him than another, it is the deliberate debauchery of the mind of youth. [had no intention of making any particular ac- cusation, such as the sight of this flask seems to have suggested to you.. I know--nothing but what I guess--of its history.' It has only been in my hunds avery few minutes. The person by whose means it came into this house was, I believe, an old gipsy woman, and you are doubt- less well aware how it got into her possession.' Mr. Gerard paused. Sir Massingberd who, though smiling scornfully, had been beating the ground with his foot, here observed with a forced calmness: 'she is a liar; she is a thief, and the mother of thieves.' ' Did she steal this flask ? inquired Mr. Gerard regarding the other attentively. 'It has your crest upon it. She did not. Good. It was then, I suppose, only a gage d'amour of yours.' A lurid light came over Sir Massingberd's evil face ; for a moment, I trembled for the man who dared to speak such words to him, but almost instantly he recovered his usual cruel calm. ' Your sagacity, Mr. Gerard,' returned he, ' is truly admirable. Is it the result of experience or intuition ? or has this old ginger-faced harridan made you her favored contident? | With your fondness for all such vagabonds, I am well adquainted.' 'The reprobation of a man like you, Sir Massix gberd, should be dearer than the praise of ordinary mortals ; but this matter does not concern myself in any way.' The baronet muttered something between his set teeth. 'Pshaw man,' continued Mr. Gerard with un- utterable scorn, 'think not to frighten me. [ am stronger than you, because I am richer; you are as poor as those very vagabonds whom you despise ; your very existence depends upon the alms of astranger. That you are unscrupulous in your revenges, 1 do not doubt; but you would have to deal in Harvey Gerard with one who cnly uses honorable weapons with an honorable foe. If you did me or mine a mischief, I swear to you that I would shoot you like a dog,' The frame of the speaker shook with con- temptous passion ; defiant as was his language, it fell far short of the disdain expressed in his tone vund manner. It was not in Sir Massing- berd's nature to be overawed, but his truculeut features no longer maintained their grimne:s-- their cruel humor. He could not put aside a man like Gerard with a brutal jest. I do not say that he was conscious of his own inferioty, but he knew that his opponent not only did not fear, but actually despised him. This was wormwood. 'T am ashamed,' continued Mr. Gerard after a pause, 'to have lost my temper with you, Sir Massingberd, upon my own account. I wish to 'have nothing in common with you, not even a quarrel. We were speaking of this gipsy woman, and you called her thief, and what not. Whatever may be her faults, however, it does not become you todwell on them; but for her and her prompt assistance, your nephew would not be at this moment alive. Out of this very flask she administered to him' So frightful an execration here broke from the baronet's lips, that I anticipated it to be the prelude toa per- sonal assault upon my host. Mr, Gerard, however, stood quietly stirring the fire, with his eyes fixed firmly but calmly on those of Sir' Massingberd, just as a mad doctor might, regard a dangerous patient. 'That is a very singular exclamation of gratitude, observed Mr. Gerard sardonically, 'to one who has just performed you--or at least yours--so great aservice. It really seems as though you almost regretted that it was per- formed.' A look of deadly hatred had now taken the place ofall other expressions on the baronet's face. Itforgoteven to wear its sneer. 'Ihave been insulted enough, I think,' said he, with a calmness more terrible than wrath. 'Even as it is, I shall scarcely be able to requite you, though be sure, I willdo my best. But with respect to my errand, I am come here to see my nephew, and that I will do.' 'That you shall not do, Sir Massingberd, so surely as this house is mine.' - And who shall prevent me ? exclaimed the baronet, contemptuously measuring his foe from head to foot. Not I, sir, indeed,' returned Mr. Gerard; but I will see that my servants put you out of doors by force,' and as he spoke, he laid his hand upon the bell. ' Before night, then, I shall send for Marma- duke, and he shall be carried back to Fairburn, which, after all, is his proper home, and be there nursed.' 'Nursed!' repeated my host hoarsely. 'Nursed by the grave-digger, you mean.' Sir Massingberd turned lived and sat dowa ; then, as one who acts in his sleep, he passed his handkerchief once or twice across his forehead. 'How dare you speak such things to me?' said he, looking round about him. 'To hear you talk, one would think that I had tried to mur- der the boy,' 'I know you did,' cried Mr. Gerard solemnly, laying his finger upon the baronet's arm. 'If your nephew Marmaduke dies, his bloodis on your head.' 'On mine! how on mine? How, in the name ofall the devils, could I have hindered the lad's horse from runmiug away with him?' '1 will tell you how. You might have suffered Mr. Long to purchase a horse for the boy, as he offered to do, and not have sent to London for a confirmed runaway,' 7 'He rode it half-a-dozen times without any harm,' replied Sir Masssngberd sullenly. 'Yes, with a curb that would have tamed a wild horse fresh from the lasso, But when you took that curb for the keeper's .pony--riding with gun in hand forthe first time in. your life-- and sent your nephew forth upon that devil with a snafile-bridle--nay, I have it.yonder,. sir don't lie ; you calculated that if what you wished should happen, all would be. laid to chance ; a change of bridles like enough to hap- pen ; lads are thrown from horseback. every day. See, I track your thoughts, like slime... Base ruffian! rise. begone from beneath this. roof, false coward' Sir Massingberd started up like one stung by | an adder, 'Yes, Isay Coward! | Heavens! that this creature should still feel the touch of shame ! Be off, be off , molest not any one within this house at peril of your life--Murderer-- Murderer!" Without a word, without a glance of reply, Sir Massingberd seized his hat, and hurried from the room. I felt somealarm leasthe should make some violent effort to visit Marmaduke ; but Mr Gerard's ccuntenance gave me comfort. He stood quite still, listening with grim satis- faction to the baronet's retreating footsteps. They were heard for an instant striding along the floor of the hall, and were then exchanged for the sound of his horse's hoofs urged to speed along the carriage-drive. Sir Massingberd Heath had met for once with hismatch--and more. CHAPTER IX.--MR. HARVEY GERARD. So entirely engrossed had I been 'with' the, action and dialogue of the speakers in the pre- ceding scene, that itscarcely struck me while it was going on that I had not paid for my place in the pit in the usual fashion, but was a mere eavesdropper under an orange-tree. So soon as sir Massingberd was really gone, however, I became conscious of the impropriety of my situation, and not wishing to own what I had done, I stole noiselessly out into the garden, and then re-entered the conservatory, and there- by the drawing-room, as though T had been out of sight and hearing all the time. It was not quite a chivalrous act; but Ido not think that the boys of my time, myself included, were quite honorable and frank as Mr Tom Brown describes those of the present day to be. There was some- thing, moreover, about Mr Harvey Gerard which told me he would have loathed a listener, nor would have been very ready to have accepted fear as any excuse for my conduct. He was a man of noble bearing, nearly six feet in height, and extremely well formed. He was dressed in a blue lapelled coat, light waistcoat and kerseys, and Hes ian boots. These last I had not seen before upon any person, and I remember them well. I think they were the most graceful cov- ering for the ieg that has yet been devised, al- though, I own, they may not have been so con- venient as the modern knickerbockers. He wore his own gray hair--which was not very usual with persons of his rank of life--and rather long. His features were large, but handsome; and there was a kind of youthful blandness about them which gave his face a most agreeable ex- pression in ordinary. When excited by passion, however, as I had lately seen him, his appearance greatly changed. His thin lips parted contempt- uously, and shewed his threatening teeth, while his blue eyes, gentle almost to dreaminess, be- came bloodstreaked, and almost startled from their sockets. As I now beheld him calmly kindling a lamp on the drawing-room table, no one could have been a greater contrast than him- self to the man who had just driven Sir Massing- berd Heath trom the room with such a hail-storm of invective. : ' Well, young gentleman,' exclaimed he cheer- fully, 'the enemy is repulsed, you see, although, I confess, your friend the-baronet is rather a for- midable fellow. He's uncommonly like Front de Boeuf. I daresay you have read the new romance of Ivanhoe, have you not?' 'Marmaduke has sir, I believe,' replied I; 'but I am sorry to say I am no great reader.' 'That is not well, Mr Meredith : youth is the time for reading. A knowledge of books, if they are sufficiently varied, is half-way towards the knowledge oi men. It is true that a student may turn out a fool, because he may have been a book-worm; but the probability is greater of that misfortune befalling one who has been 'no greatreader.' I would not say so much if you were older than you are, and had not plenty of time before you to redeem the past. There is nothing more contemptable than ignorance ; save perhaps'--here he sighed-- than knowledge misapplied. What a dangerous villain would that man be, for instance, who has just been here, had his natural powers been cultivated by study. As it is, he rushes head- long, like the bull.' Here he turned upon me gaily.' ' Did he ever toss you my young friend ?' 'Well, sir,' returned I remembering that interview in the churchyard. ' he bellowed at me once a little.' 'Did he, my boy, did he ?--the cowardly brute! Well, I've put a ring through his nose for a considerable time to come, I flatter my- self. I like a bull-fight. Ithink I should have a capital metador,' cried Mr Gerard, rubbing his hands and laughing. 'How did you--how did you manage to ring him, sir?' inquired I with hesitation, for I was curious to see whether Mr Gerard would make me a confident of what had passed. 'Oh, I watched him carefully--never took my eyes of him for a moment. When he was calm in his white malice, then I irritated him by wav- ing my red flag--this silver-headed brandy-flask put him in a horrible rage. When he made his rushes, I stood aside, and let him go where he would, When he had exhausted himself, I stepped in, and gave him the steel. I wonder, soliloquised Mr Gerard aloud, as he slowly paced up and down the room--' I wonder if it would be safe to give him, thegcoup de grace?" 'But, said I, ' were you not afraid' ---- 'My dear young friend, said my host with seriousness, but placing his hand kindly upon my shoulder, 'an honest man should never be afraid of a fellow-creature. 'Fear God,' it is written; but even the king is only to be honored.' It is impossible to express the grave and noble air with which Mr Gerard spoke those words: I felt an affectionate awe of him from that mo- ment, which no other person has ever inspired in me, 'But,' continued I, 'supposing he had made a personal assault upon you : he is perfectly reck- less, and a much more powerful man, I should think.' 'Very true, my young friend ; and indeed at one time I thought he would certainly have done it; that was why I placed the poker in the fire. It would not have been a romantic action ; but so sure as he laid finger upon me, I_ would have played Bailie Nicol Jarvie, and. 'burned a hole in him one might put a kail-pat through. It would have given me genuine pleasure.' 'Burned a hole in Sir Massingberd !' cried I aghast... 'Ay, that would I, Asit was, I threatened him.with my servants; and had he ventured to force his way into yonder room, they should have flogged him, though he were ten times Sir Mas- singberd. Better men than he are often flog- ged for less offences,. Did you hear of Admiral Flinthert's funeral at Crittenden a,month ago or so? You did; and I daresay you were told that he was a good man and a brave sailor.' 'So it was said, indeed, sir, replied I. ' Mr. Long attended the funeral out of respect, and I believe ja great number of gentlemen of the county.' : { Yet, for all that, he was a bad man, and a coward,' returned Mr Gerard, his voice rising, and his blue eyes flashing with indignation. One part of the naval creed--' to hate the French'-- it is true; he did believe, and acted in that faith ; but he omitted the other, and the more important, 'to hate the devil.' He loved and served the devil of his own arrogant passions; he made the men miserable over whom he ruled ; bis ship: was called the Floating Hell. When the carriage | of the lord-lieutenant had driven away from the church, with all its load of sympathy--for. there was nothing else inside it--and the county gentry were rolling homewards, congratulating themselves that they had paid due reverence to a gallant officer and a friend of order and good government, I will tell you what happened. »The very evening those honored remains were laid in their resting place, a sailor called at the house of old Marks, the sexton, and begged to be shewn the admiral's coffin. 'I have sailed with him for years,' Said he, 'and I have made right away from Portsmouth on purpose to do this; and though I cannot see his face, I should like at least to look upon that which contains it.' * Now, old Marks did not fancy unlocking the church, and descending into a damp vault ; be- sides which he really had no right to enter the last home of the Flintherts without due occasion. So said he: I cannot admit you to where the admiral lies, and certainly not at this hour ; it is as much as my place is worth.' . 'Then the sailor, who was as fine and hearty- looking a man, said Marks as need be, held up half a sovereign between his finger and thumb. 'IT have been just paid off said he, 'and will gladly give you this for your trouble: while as foryour scruples, why don't you think the ad- miral's family here, and all his great friends who came to do him honor to-day, would be glad enough that a poor tar should pay a humble tribute to his memory ?' ' Well,' said Marks, regarding, I daresay, the half-sovereign rather wistfully, ' what gou have just said seems certainly to alter the matter. I will take you to the church, and you shall see the coffin, for the vault is not yet sealed.' 'So they started with a lantern, and Marks was for going first to show the way, but the sailor went ahead, saying that he knew the way blindfold, for that he had been brought up in that neighborhood, and knew it well.' 4 'Well,' said old Marks, 'I thought I recog- nised something about you, although you are much changed in the last twenty years. You are Will Moody, who got into trouble with Sir Wentwo.th Heath about poaching; only he couldn' quite prove it agin you.' 'No,' returned the sailor; 'but he went to work a surer way than even the law--he got 'me pressed when I went to visit my sister down at Deal.' 'That, my young friend,' observed Mr Gerard, interrupting himself, 'is a method by which not only we man our fleet, but rid the country of a number of obnoxious persons.' 'Yes,' continued the sailor, 'I was pressed ; if it had not been for that, 1 should never have sailed under Admiral Flinthert.' He spoke no more till they had entered the church, and had moved away the stone, which had been only dropped, and not yet fastened over the mouth of the vault. Then they descended the steps, and old Marks, turned his lantern on to the spot where the first--that is, the latest--coffin of the long row was lying. 'That is the admiral's,' said he ; 'you may read his name upon the silver plate.' 'William Moody spelled it out aloud, so as to be quite sure. ' Well,' said he, 'I will tell you a little story about that dead man, and then we will come away.' 'Tell us the story when we get home,' replied the sexton. 'No, no, man; I will tell it here, else you would think ill of me, may be, for what I am goingtodo. Now listen. For along time after 1 was pressed, I hated and detested what I had to do, and also those who gave me my orders; but after a bit I got more used to the work, and some of the officers I learned to like very well, especially our captain. I was a strong active fellow, without home ties to think uponand sad- den me, for mother had other sons to maintain her, and in that respect I was luckier than most, There were pressed men on board of the same ship, men, whose wives and helpless children were starving because their bread-winner was taken from them, and who knew not whether he was dead or alive. However, as I say, I soon got used to my new position, and became so good a sailor that I was made what is called captain of the main-top. When our ship was paid off, which was not, however, for a long time, I liked the salt water so well, that after I had been home for a little, I volunteered to serve again. 'My next captain was this man who lies here. He was as cruel a tyrant as ever trod a quarter- d:ck, and a terror to g od and bad alike. Yow could never please him, do what you would. If an officer is worth his salt at all, he knows and respects those men who do their duty well under him. Oaptain Flinthert knew, but did not ree spect them ; on the contrary, he behaved towards them as though he resented some. imagina' 'claims on their part to his consideration. "I hel in his ship the same position that I held in the last, for it did not contain a more active sailor, Yet he found occasion--I should rather say he made it--to get me punished. I swear to yow that I had not committed even that slight fault which he laid to my charge ; if I had dene so, it was one for which the stopping of a day's grog would have been chastisement enough. This ruffian'--here he smote the coffin with hig clenched hand--' ordered me three dozen lashes. Now, I had never been flogged yet, and when B went to the captain with almost tears in my eyed and told him so, and that I had never even beem reported for misconduct, he replied with a sneer that J was too good by half, and that it wag high time I should become acquainted with the cat-of-nine-tails, shall have it at once,' said he: 'call up the boat-swain's mate." Now, I thought to myself, in the pride of my manliness and independence, that such a disgrace should never happen to William Moody, but that I would die first; so ¥ walked straight from that part of the deck wher@ Thad been speaking with Captain Flinthert, and leaped from the bulwarks into the sea. 'I believe I tried at first to drown myself, but I was a strong swimmer, and nature compelled me prege ently to strike out. The cry of 'A man over- board!' had caused a boat to be lowered at once, and though we had been sailing very fast, I wag picked up, not much exhausted, and almost im 'Spiga, Of myself. As soon as I had got on boar it on dry things, the captain sent for m ¢, where I found the boat-swain's mate at ig, and all hands piped for punishment, oody,' said that rvffian in a mockin; voice, 'I had ordered you three dozen of lasheg for a certain offence, but you have now commite ted a much graver one in endangering, by your late act, the life of one of his majesty's sailors you will therefore now receive siz dozen instead, Boat-swain, do your duty!' 'I was therefore tied up, and punished. 4% don't think I suffered mych at the time; although I was laid up in the sick ward for long after wards. I was entirely occupisd with thoughts of revenge. When I was able to get about again, Captain Flinthert had got another shipy and was away out ofmy reach, I never met him again, or he would not have lived to the age that is inscribed on yonder plate; but ag soon as I heard that he was dead, I swore to come and spit upon the tyrant's, coffin.' 'Then the sailor suited the action to the word, and turned from the dishonored corpse with a@ lighter step than that with which he ape proached it, and old Marks followed him from the vault, as he confessed to me himself, 'half rigtened out of his wits.' 'Ido not wonder,' said I to Mr Gerard; 'it was a terribie revenge.' 'Ay, but how much worse was the provocae tion ; from the very nan, too, placed in authority of him, whose duty was to foster, not to oppress him. Verily, they that arein honor, and undere stand not, are as the beasts that perish.' ' True, returned I; 'but then the wretch wag dead,' 'Just so, young sir,' replied Mr Gerard ime petuously, ' was dead and never felt the insult, The sailor felt both the insult and the lashes, How is it that, at your age, you have alread learned to be the apolgist of the rich in high places ?' 'Nay, sir, P' 'Yes, you,' continued my host with vee hemence ; your pity is for the admiral, and doeg not descend to the captain of the main-top, Still,' added bt, ina milder tone, 'I should not judge you harshly, even if you so judge others, You were brought up in India, were you not @ where, in the eyes of the cowering natives, to be white is to be powerful, and wise, and all in all ---save to be good. reat Heavens, what a retribution is waiting us there!' Again my host paced the room, but this time rapidly, wildly, and uttering exclamations like a sybil inspire by her god. 'If thenabobs we see here arg specimens of those who rule in the East, Heaven help the ruled! What blindness, what in. fatuation! Do you know, young man, the very men who cause revolutions are the last to bee lieve in them ?' This was an observation so ene tirely beyond me, that I could only murmur thag such was doubtless the case, although I did nog rememember having heard it remarked before, 'It is so,' continued Mr Gerard positively, 'and, it has always been so, It was so in France, J suppose you have always been taught to cons sider the French Republicans the vilest an@ wickedest of men, and the Revolution to be the mother that produced them atone monstrdug birth. Yes, when the day of reckoning comes, and the ruin is undeniable, Democracy, forsooth, is blamed. The taunt is hurled-- " Behold the harvest that we reap - From popular government and equality !' Whereas, in truth, 'tis neither these nor aught Of wild belief ingrafted on their names By false philosophy, have caused the woe, But a terrific resevoir of guilt And ignorance, filled up from age to age, That can no longer hold its loathsome charge, | But bursts, and spreads in deluge thro' the ane High truth embalmed in noble verse, yet no one heeds. The author of these lines, my fri the greatest poet in Great Britain, <s hae ee possessed an income of one hundred pounds year. They say that my Lord Castlereagh hag thirty thousand ---- Stay, do you not hear wheels ? That must be Sitwell's gig. I have no patience to see him now. His sycophantig officiousness in fetching Sir Massingberd wag loathsom+, How can aman who has two ke given him to stand upright upon, persist grovelling through life upon all-fours? Heaven grant the man some noble nook ; For, rest his soul !he'd rather be i Genteely damned beside af uke, Than saved in vulgare . 'To prevent mistakes, you: Do you receive him, Mr, Meredith; and tell hine «© from me that it is no thanks to himthat his patie * ©