"Ha, my good fellow! my friend Peepskin," bellowed Mr. Richy, bouncing into the room and rolling with excitement like the figure of Prince Albert in the toy shop, "the very man I wanted. We have been so upset, my friend, by the contents of an anonymous letter addressed to me, and which, if true, affects Cheatem's character considerably. Indeed,"-continued the old gentleman, fitting on his spectacles, and drawing a letter from his pocket,—“ we are all much grieved, more especially Amelia, who, poor thing,

"The letter! I say,"-interrupted Peter, stamping with increased indignation, and like a vulture seizing on its prey, or an impoverished subaltern on a five pound note, did the half mad Peepskin tear the paper from the hands of the astonished spectacles and read :-" Sir, you have admitted under your roof, and suffered to become intimate with your family, a person of whose character and principles you are entirely ignorant: circumstances prevent me from disclosing all I know respecting him; but I feel it my duty to inform you, who are either too blind or too careless to discover it for yourself, that Mr. Facile Cheatem is a person of infamous character; that Mr. Peepskin, yourself and family, are his easy dupes! I trust this notice may arrive in time to prevent mischief. Your well wisher."

"True, Mr. Richy! true!" cried Peter, gratified beyond expression, "-true from the beginning to the end! from the first letter to the last!" "Why,—how can you tell?" whined the other in dismal tones. "You seem pleased, Peepskin,—where is he? let him see this,—where is Mr. Cheatem,-do you know?”

"Facile is gone."

"Gone!"

"And Facile has stolen"

"Stolen, Mr. Peepskin!"

"Ay, Mr. Richy. Stolen!-robbed you of the affections of your daughter. Oh! we have indeed reason to lament and curse the hour we knew him. My excellent friend, farewell!"

"Stay, I beseech you,” cried the spectacles, seizing Peter's garment as he flew past him, thereby tearing the other's coat and his own nails; but his efforts to detain him were ineffectual, and the little man, rushing from the room, left the house and departed.

On the evening of the following day, a man of diminutive stature alighted from a coach in Holborn, and, seizing his portmanteau, walked hastily towards Fleet-street :-it was Peter Peepskin.

On the opposite side of the street, two young men watched him until out of sight; then, laughing heartily, turned into an adjacent alley and disappeared.

One of these was Facile Cheatem.

A fortnight has elapsed, and Mr. Cheatem, as before described, is reclining on a bed—his countenance expressive of the profoundest resignation-he smoked his cuba with the air of an individual contented with himself, and charmed with his fellow creatures.

A neighbouring clock struck nine; murmuring a resigned and gentle oath, he started from his reverie and listened,

Heavy footsteps ascending the creaking stairs, accompanied by a voice shouting at its highest pitch, the well known melody of—" Loud roared the distant thunder"-excited a gentle smile upon his features, and the next moment a young man stalked with theatrical gait into the room, and dashed from him in a tragic manner a worn-out hat. "Hie thee from thy couch, miscreant!" exclaimed the new arrival, striking himself upon the chest. "Start like a rabbit from thy downy bed! Uprouse ye, then, my merry, merry men, for it is our opening day! Death to thee"- A slipper flung at the speaker's head, and grazing his ear, brought this effusion to an abrupt conclusion; as though accustomed to this reception, the orator frowned for a moment upon the quarter from whence the missile had proceeded; then diving his hands into the pockets of a capacious overcoat, he drew from thence two bottles, and placed them upon the table.

The person treated with so little ceremony by Facile, might have been from any age from twenty-two to thirty; he was short, and what is commonly considered "dumpy," his stout beardless countenance was ornamented with a nose in perfect harmony with his figure, and gazed decidedly heavenwards; his mouth was large, his eyes small and betrayed his propensity to mischief, while his iron grey head was brushed with considerable care; his dress was "slang" in the extreme, perhaps vulgar, but the "tout ensemble" was indicative of great good nature and hilarity, not unmixed with cunning.

"Spare me that noise, Jocose Jogy," sighed Facile in a languid tone, "Come sit down and tell me what you've done, there's a good fellow." "What do you mean by that?" returned the other, emptying the bottles into a tankard. "You throw hard shoes at my expressive countenance, and request me to spare you. May I be continually and unremittingly flurried if I do!"

With these words Jogy flung himself into a seat, and placing his feet upon the mantel-piece, smoked ferociously.

"Have you succeeded, fool?" demanded Facile with eagerness. Jogy removed his cigar, expectorated into the grate, then silently renewed his occupation with increased ferocity.

"Will you answer, or will you not?" cried Facile again. But Jogy remained silent.

"Very well then," remarked the gentleman in bed, "perhaps this may induce you," and bending over he searched for another slipper.

Hallo," cried Jogy, becoming suddenly alarmed, "What are you about? Can't you put that ugly boot down, or throw it out of the window. I've plenty to tell you, if you wouldn't monopolize the whole conversation, but I shall commence my narrative by recalling to your mind the circumstances that attended our first meeting.

"Go to

"Silence I say," interrupted the other, "don't speak a word, or I'll leave the room and mar your prospects; we met, Sir, in this metropolis upon a Friday night; is it not the case?

"What on earth

"Don't attempt to interrupt, or I shall conclude my narrative. I say, Sir, that we met upon a Friday night. I perhaps was inebriated slightly, circumstances had, alas! occurred to overpower my sensitive disposition, and a wholesome glass of "cold without" had risen to my head; I wandered into the Park of Regent, and fearing nought, dreaming of no evil whistled some exhilarating stave

"You'll drive me mad with thus in

"Hold! peace! be still! or you'll drive me from the apartment. I say, Sir, that while walking in the Park of Regent I met two ruffians, who ungenteely, and in a manner rude, trode on my unresisting toes! but see! my fist I hurled into the face of one, and kicked the other with a giant's force; but o'erpowered by numbers, for it was two to one, I had been turned into a worthless heap of unreflecting clay, but for your assistance. You came! you fought! you beat them both upon the nose, and conquered! Ah! how I loved you!

Here Jocose Jogy buried his feelings in the tankard, and emptied it with a sigh.

"Our charms we walked into the cider cellars"

"Hand me that stocking, will you?" said Facile in a resigned tone, preparing to dress.

"And here we fed," continued Jogy, throwing him the article required, without pausing in his speech. "I drank like bricks; while you complained of aches, the bill I paid, and lent you ten pounds more; next day you started by the coach for

"You're sitting on my shaving brush, Jogy; that's it."

"Your shaving brush be -. Hem! I had nigh forgot my moral responsibilities! but to continue. I gave you my address. A few days afterwards you sent me yours, telling me of one Peepskin and Tobiah Wilkinson. But, ho! what hour is that?

"Why it's ten o'clock," returned Facile, who had completed his toilet. "I am going to the eating-house, and perhaps you will have done your foolery by the time that I return."

NO. X.-VOL. III.

20

"Very likely I shall," remarked Mr. Jogy Jason, the Jocose, as he was styled, rising from the chair, and waving his handkerchief with a flourish, "most probably, but as Mr. Peepskin will be here in about ten minutes, it would perhaps be somewhat better for you to receive him than for me; more especially as I have not the honour of being acquainted with the gent.

Facile's countenance, on hearing this last speech of Jogy's, was so a.tered, presented so strange a combination of joy, incredulity, astonishment, and rage, that his friend, somewhat humbled for the moment, began rapidly to give his reasons for the expected arrival of Peter Peepskin.

"I have not told you yet," he said, "and have no time to tell you now, the particulars of my acquaintance with angelic Tobiah Wilkinson. I am very intimate, and that's enough; when you heard from me of the unexpected arrival of the Richys in town, you remarked that I could assist you in extricating yourself from your dilemmas. Thank heaven I am safe.

"What do you mean?" enquired Facile.

"That, Sir, is nothing at all to you; your safety seems to depend upon your marrying this Amelia Richy, whom you describe as being considerably enamoured of your person. Well, Sir, my friend Tobiah, who is my confidant, and who takes a great interest in you, Mr. Cheatem, hit upon a plan which met with my approbation, and which you may or may not carry into execution as you please. You must once more resume your friendship with Mr. Peepskin, and you must also run away with Miss Amelia to-morrow. Silence, don't interrupt me yet. The world must (at all events for few days) consider that Mr. Peepskin is the gentleman who has carried of Mr. Richy's daughter, and by the time the mistake is discovered, you will be most probably in America, enjoying the honeymoon. The plan is excellent, is it not?"

"Why, yes, the plan is well enough," returned Facile, considerably amazed, "but what will Mr. Peepskin say to all this?

"Oh! I've settled all that," remarked Jogy, settling his hair with an air of triumph. "I've settled all that as a matter of course. You see that last night, after a conversation with my Tobiah, I concealed myself in Mr. Peter's dressing-room, and about ten o'clock he came up stairs,— "Rash! foolish thing to do," said Facile angrily.

"Just so," answered Jogy, gazing at a small pimple in a looking glass, "the very reason that I adopted it, but it answered well."

"Go on

"Yes; well you see at about ten o'clock he came upstairs and talked to himself, called himself wretched and miserable; this Amelia an

angel, and so forth, and yourself a rascal; Tobiah unfeeling, and the world selfish. After which stricture on society, he lay half dressed upon his bed. I coughed, and he got frightened. I tried it again, but he seemed inclined to run away; so to prevent this, I came and spoke to him. upon which he screamed. I, of course, apologised intensely, talked about Amelia, told him to be here about half-past ten, or rather sooner, if he wished to hear something very much to his advantage; was about to shake hands with him to prove my friendship, when the ridiculous old man screamed again, rushed down stairs, talked to my Tobiah about ghosts and dwarfs (impudent rascal), and flew out of the hall door into the street."

"He has been locked up by this time; silly thing to do."

"You really grow more dull every day, Cheatem," answered Jogy, compassionately; "it's quite disheartening to see your mind shrinking into a bread poultice, it is upon my word; but however, I ran after him; gave him his coat, which he had in his terror left behind him ; talked to him for two hours; we became friends, and he promised on his honour to be with us by a little after ten.

"Where is he now?"

"At my mansion, Sir, I left him; here he is by all that's wonderful. Now, if you choose, the game is in your own hands." "Oh, humbug' oh, blarney!" continued Jogy, raising up his hands, "stupendous deities! whose influence is unbounded. Ye who hold within your net all grades and classes, from the beggar on the dunghill, to the despot on his throne! arise! appear!"

A few moments afterwards Peter Peepskin timidly entered the apartment.

(To be continued.)

H. B.

HOPE AND MEMORY, AS DELINEATED BY CAMPBELL

AND ROGERS.

"O, the heart is a free and a fetterless thing,

A wave of the ocean-a bird on the wing."

MOORE.

Ir asked to define Hope and Memory, we should answer in the words of a modern Poet, ""Tis mind, awakened mind," exhibited in two different lights, and moving in two opposite directions. There is a something within us which we suppose to be an emanation from the Deity, and which, like His attributes, cannot well be embodied in definite language. Without it no being can be called responsible; it is that which enables us to look as from an eminence on our own natures, and to rule their conflicting elements,-just as Eolus ruled from his lofty