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fingers in salutation. What can be the casualty which has caused the corners of Leo's mouth to curve downwards, and those of his satellites to curl upwards, like a crescent moon, reversed in the several cases ?

Alas! murder will out;' that is, 'Love and murder will out!' Leo has actually presumed upon one of his ukases, 'Pay to BEARER two thousand pounds,'to throw himself at the feet of BEARER's lovely sister, Lady Olivia; and the haughty Lady Olivia has sent him back to the city, like his cheque, with a very unpleasant hint in his ear,-conveying the assurance of her amazement, or rather, her amazement at his assurance. BEARER protests that it was Lady Olivia who whispered the startling circumstance to her intimates; whereas Lady Olivia was too dignifiedly indignant to utter a syllable about the matter. On the contrary, Leo himself

, in his first petulant resentment, betrayed his mortification to her brother,--and her brother has no padlock for his empty head any more than for his empty strong-box. And thus, all the Crockfordites are looking grave at Leo, to prevent them from laughing too broadly in his face; while Leo pretends to laugh in the faces of all the Crockfordites, to prevent their perceiving his illhumour. The farce is kept up among them with a degree of forced gaiety and clumsy art, worthy the boards of one of the patent theatres.

Now Leo has conceived a plan of singular revenge. Among the younger sons refused by Sir Felix Colvile for his supposed heiress last season, was the BEARER whose necessities and meannesses are the origin of this nefarious imbroglio. At that time, Leo would sooner have walked down St. James's Street arm-in-arm with one of his uncles, than condescend to matrimony with the child of an ancient baronet, general officer, K.C.B. and so forth. As regards their personal qualities, Dora or Olivia were perfectly immaterial in the scale. But his option lay between a Lady Olivia and a Miss Colvile, and he did not hesitate. It was impossible to stand the notion of a mere · Mrs.' St. Chads. They could not call her · Leo,'—she must be a mere common-place respectable · Mrs. St. Chads.'

But a Miss Colvile, by whom BEARER had been rejected, and for whom Lord John Devereux, (the Lord John who chose to remain Lord Devereux to Mr. Leonard St. Chads,) was supposed to entertain a hopeless attachment, is becoming a person of some consequence of sufficient consequence, indeed, to determine him to the humiliation of a courtship.

I doubt, however, whether Leo is likely to fare better with little Dora than with Lady Olivia, or with the General than his daughter. St. Chads seems to have forgotten that the half a million of money which was to render him acceptable in the great world has been gradually melting away in fees to the doorkeepers thereof; and that he has scarcely twelve thousand a-year left in the world. Now twelve thousand a year, arising out of a Lane in Lothbury, has very little chance, in the estimation of a professor of worldly wisdom, against a rent-roll of thirty thousand, emanating from one of the prettiest estates in the Three Ridings!

But though I have no fear of seeing the modest, gentle Dora transferred to the driving-seat of Leo, I can understand that the shaitered nerves of poor Lord John will not be placed more at ease by finding any addition to the pretendants to her hand. He has not the shadow of a chance; he must be aware that he has not the shadow of a chance. But so long as she looks so pretty, when springing

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every day to accompany the General into the Park; and so long as her slight salutations to her old partner are accompanied by glances more in sorrow than in anger, it is but natural he should curse his adverse fortunes, while he admits that all the happiness he is ever likely to enjoy in this world is through the panes of his drawing-room windows! (if I did not scorn to play on words the occasion is propitious.)

Lady Catherine Rodenton, meanwhile, is working herself up into a state of nervous excitement at what she regards as a most vexatious traverse to the projects of her son. Nothing can stand more widely apart from the country-gentleman world, than the section of society which performs its mummeries and morris-dances round such Jacks in the Green as St. Chads. It is perhaps in consequence of this estrangement that mutual jealousy and mutual deference are entertained between them. The country-gentleman interest, whose rents are usually in arrear, and who are consequently sadly in want of ready money to enable them to construct quays, roads, or bridges,—to sink shafts, and erect steam-engines,-build churches for the parish, or wings for their family mansion, 'to enable it to fly away with the estate,'-are apt to view with uncommon reverence those who twice in every year, as sure as the sun crosses the equator, receive in the dividend office, in Threadneedle Street, moneys in hard coin of the realm, such as they would mortgage a considerable portion of their farms to carry off in their pockets. Lady Catherine, having vaguely heard the word million connected with a vulgar fellow of the name of Leonard St. Chads, has ever since regarded him as a sort of golden calf, an image resembling that set up by Nebuchadnezzar, for the squirearchy to fall down and worship. She has never heard of either his lendings or his spendings; and probably conceives that the annual savings of the said million have been put out at compound interest, till he has grown as rich as Demidoff or the ex-King of Holliınd. She believes Leo to be the ass whose stables are stalled with varnished mahogany, and whose boot-jack is of virgin gold; and has little hope that even Rodenton Hall and its old oaks will stand their ground against the charm of riches, enabling a woman to outshine her fair contemporaries no less by the brilliancy of her entertainments and equipages, than by personal attractions. It is perhaps as a sort of counterbalance to the mischief

, that her ladyship appeared the other day at the drawing-room in the full blaze of her family diamonds. On the strength of their effulgence, she seemed to rise in her own estimation cubits above the stature of a house of business in a Lane the width of her gravel-walk; which, if it wanted diamonds for the wife of its senior partner, must go and buy them on Ludgate Hill. New diamond and new point-lace are nonexistent in the ideas of a Duchess, and matters of consequent contempt in the estimation of a squire's lady. Lady Catherine, whose necklace formed part of the endowments of the notorious Lady Castlemaine, and whose old point figured on the shoulders of the renowned Lady Yarmouth, soon after the accession of the House of Hanover, would feel as though she were on the tread-mill

, if arrayed in ornaments purchased in the year of Railways 5, with money emanating from a counting-house in Crooked Lane! She has too much respect for her future 'aughter-in-law, not to attribute to her what the French call the same tinguished sentiments. Little Dora, however, may chance to be of a erent opinion. I have my conjectures; but I reserve them among the PETS OF MY BLUE CHAMBER.

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BOB RAMBLETON AND HIS BROTHER SIR JOHN. The only points of resemblance between these gentlemen wereboth came from the north of Ireland—both literally rejoiced in the same name, for great was their pride of birth—both suffered under the constitutional affection of an everlasting thirst, which they most loved to assuage with whiskey and water-and both felt it imperatively necessary in the career of their existence to finish their evening, or rather top up their morning, at least seven days in the week, and three hundred and sixty-five days in the year, at old Frawley's. In thus appearing together, they were more to be commended than the brothers of Helena, lucida sidera ; for the great room at Offley's enjoyed, in consequence, an advantage denied to the heavens. The twin stars, in spite of the Shakspearian assertion as to the impossibility of such an occurrence, did keep their motion in one sphere.* It was not, as with Castor the horse-courser, and Pollux the bruiser, necessary that Bob should set to enable Sir John to rise. On the contrary they very often rose together; and such was their unanimity in endeavouring to enlighten the company, that a simultaneous setting had always to be enforced.

In all other respects, physical and moral, they were signally different. If, too, they met constantly at Offley's, they took right good care not to meet anywhere else. There were divers matters of dispute between them, arising partly from one gentleman's having had a property bequeathed to him, which the other had marked so decidedly as his, that for a number of years he was in the daily practice of inveighing against the owner for keeping him out of it, and especially from the circumstance that each brother held the intellect of the other in the inverse ratio to the estimate he had formed of his own. Bob thought Sir John was a fool, though he had got the cousin's wealth, and although he acknowledged him to be the head of his own branch of the ducal and thrice-famous house of Rambleton; and Sir John, for his part, was positively of opinion that Bob was a fool, and something more, as he was 'a Whig, and something more;' and there was a great deal to be said upon both sides; and not unfrequently a great deal was said. Let me, however, before I proceed farther, hasten to declare that both were good-natured, goodtempered, hospitable, excellent fellows; and no men could have a nicer or loftier sense of honour, or a livelier feeling of what was in this way due to the name they boasted, than the Řambletons. Bob had been a soldier. He entered one of our gallant Highland regiments at sixteen, and served in the same corps throughout the war to the crowning glory of Waterloo. His career commenced as a volunteer, or gentleman.cadet

. He never had money to purchase a step; yet he succeeded in attaining the rank of Captain of Grenadiers. If proof were needed, none better could be given, that where all were brave and true, he had done his duty conspicuously. Be

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.-SHAKSPEARE.

fore I knew him, he had been compelled by some pecuniary embarrassments to go on half-pay. The title of Captain, which, by the way, was never accorded to him, except upon the ceremony of some introduction to a stranger; for it was destiny unshunnable as death' that whoever sat with him for half an evening must call him ever after Bob,—a Waterloo medal, which Bob would never wear, and always declared 'ought to have been a Peninsular one, you know; because we deserved it better in the Peninsula, you know, -and' the half-pay, constituted all that remained to him in reward for his European and American campaigns, and his services in every climate and country of the British empire, with the exception of India only. In appearance and bearing he was every inch a grenadier. He stood some six feet two, and was built nobly in proportion. In Homeric language, he had a girth worthy of Mars, and a chest and shoulders that would not disgrace the Earth-shaker Neptune. The limbs were long, but most firmly knit. He had especially that great length and strength of arm for which the bold outlaw' of that country from which he proudly traced his descent was distinguished ; and I can well believe that the claymore in his hand could have scarcely been a less formidable weapon than in that of Rob Roy himself

. He was five-and-forty, 'or by'r Ladye,' inclining to fifty years of age, yet still as erect, and apparently of as sturdy a structure as a ramrod. All the softer parts of the human frame would seem to have been worn away; nothing but bone, brawn, and muscle, thews and sinews, remained. The face and forehead, baldish head, and the neck always half-bare, were dark, and all of one unchanging and unchangeable dark-red hue, and proclaimed him a soldier who had experienced every form of hardship and every variety of climate, until the consummation of their various influences had produced for him a composite colour, as the fusion of the metals gave forth the Corinthian brass. The form the features bony and bold in outline, calm, impassive, well-nigh rigid—the deep grey eye, generally cold, but obviously capable of being cruel-all seemed such as would well befit the chief of a clan in his national garb, and with his foot upon his native heather.

Sir John had inherited the paternal property, with its large rental, —its scanty and precarious income, and its mortal incumbrances. For the first fifty years of his life he had lived like La Fleur, ere he fell into Yorick's service, 'as it pleased God.' He acquired no profession-he pursued no avocation. Probably he had not the means for the one, nor the capital necessary for the other, in any shape which his family pride would have tolerated. He had nothing to do, and he did nothing; and he did it in a very honourable and exemplary manner, just like the placemen of the old French court, of whom Madame de Sevigné said, 'Qu'il exerçoit très bien sa charge quand il n'avoit rien à faire.'

At length a cousin-an ex-captain of dragoons in a crack regiment, a man of fashion, and moreover of cultivated tastes and pursuits, and, best of all

, of good property, died, and to John's great surprise, and Bob's infinite dismay, left the former all he had to leave—money in the funds, house and furniture, plate and linen, library and wines, horses and dogs, yacht and appointments-and lastly, those matters of which Jack Falstaff in his philosophizing mood seemed most to approve, 'land and beeves. I have said to


John's surprise, and Bob's dismay, because the cousin in his lifetime had not noticed the elder brother, whereas, upon the contrary, he had been very liberal in supplying Bob's extravagances.

The Captain, however, had cut his rich relation with infinite independence and magnanimity, in consequence of his having presumptuously refused upon an emergency to honour some demand made from Castle-Slowman, Castle-Selby, Castle-Levi, or other of those feudal keeps which, to the disgrace of the civilized age, are still to be seen in this Metropolis. Bob, however, that he might stand quite clear with the world, took the precaution of writing to his relative to express his sense of the ungentlemanly mode in which he, the Bob aforesaid, had been treated, and, moreover, to demand gentlemanly satisfaction ere he proceeded to the terrible justice of the cut-excommunicatory. In this instance the usual formula of 'stand and deliver had been inverted; but to the refractory and obtuse individual in question it might as well have been propounded in the ordinary way. Whether the 'stand were first or last, stand he would not; and he had already made up his mind not to deliver. The delivery was closed. Bob said his cousin was a coward, and this was cordially assented to by all Bob's pot-companions. The comfort was, that even a coward could not live for ever. The dragoon said nothing, at least in this life; but perhaps like the oyster in the fable, he thought the more. Certain it is, however, that by a voice from the grave, awful to Bob as that of the Trojan boy to Æneas, he (that is, the Englishman, not the Dux Trojanus) gave all he had to John.

There had been in the Irish branch of the Rambleton family baronetcies both in the male and female line, but each in the name and of the house of Rambleton. To these John considered himself heir: and without troubling Prince or Parliament, Attorney-General, or Garter; or, in point of fact, asking anybody's leave but his own; and thus, of course, without conforming to the ceremony of paying fees, he assumed the title of Sir John Rambleton, Bart. And it was all as right and nice as if he had paid ten thousand pounds for the privilege. He was quite as much as boastful Falstaff Sir John to all Europe.' Every man he knew upon this ancient continent, from the junior waiter 10 the great Frawley himself (including, of course, all the intermediate ranks of the habitués, from the prentice to the peer,) styled him .Sir John!' In truth the only piece of adverse criticism I ever heard pronounced upon his proceeding came from the lips of his brother Bob, and this related solely to the phraseology of the title. The last baronets in the line, it appeared, had been respectively Sir Charles' and Sir John.' Bob, after invoking the civilities of the infernal powers to his brother in honour of his stupidity, went on to say, 'he ought to have been "Sir Charles," you know, and not “Sir John," you know, for Sir Charles," was the older baronet, you know.'

Such was the state and condition of Sir John when I first knew him. Sir John's personal appearance and physical powers contrasted strangely with those of his brother. The elder was scarcely of the middle size: he had fallen clumsily into flesh, and of course it was not healthy flesh: he was of a somewhat bulky, and obviously unwieldy frame: and he evinced in his countenance that his organization was not of the perfect order, and that his constitution was

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