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glary upon the premises of Dr. Rowel some night in the course of the ensuing week ; while Fanny was doing neither more nor less than aid. ing and abetting him in his nefarious attempt. But as her information was not of a sufficiently positive kind to justify her in acquainting the constable, and getting him immediately apprehended, she came to the conclusion that Dr. Rowel ought at least to be put upon his guard, in order that he might station proper watchmen in his neigh. bourhood to seize the culprit whenever he might make his appear.

This matter also afforded such an excellent opportunity for her to revenge herself upon Fanny for what she had formerly said before the doctor's face, on the occasion of Colin's illness, that she could not think by any means of allowing it to slip by. Accordingly, some time before the night arrived which Colin had appointed for bis trial, the amiable Miss Sowersoft might have been seen marching with important siep up the gardens of the doctor's establishment, with the serious and great intention of communicating to that gentleman in person some hints of the imminent danger that threatened his property.

On her introduction to him, she announced the object of her visit in the following manner.

“It is a most unpleasant thing to me, Dr. Rowel, to have to call upon you on such a case of secresy as the present. You are aware, doctor, that I have a boy about me over at the farm,”

"Yes, yes, interrupted the doctor, “I know him well. Pale. thorpe, you mean."

"Oh no, sir !-oh no!--not him-by no means. He is a middle. aged man, and a very honest one too. No, no. I mean the boy that you attended a while ago-Colin Clink. That boy, sir, I am sorry to say, is as vicious and bad a character as ever crossed a threshold. I am sure, if he escapes the gallows at last, it will only be because he was born to be drowned. He has been hatching mischief of one sort or another every day since he came into the world, and now he has got to such a pitch—"

Here Miss Sowersoft bent her head towards the doctor, and whispered during the space of ten minutes, in so low a voice that nobody save the doctor himself could catch a word of what was said.

" Miss Sowersoft, you amaze me!" exclaimed the doctor.

“I assure you, doctor, " she reiterated, “I believe every word I have said is as true as that you sit there.”

The doctor thanked Miss Sowersoft for her information, assured her two or three times over that he would make the best use of it, and very politely ended the conference by wishing her good morning.

Never, I verily believe, did any mischief:maker on the face of this pleasant earth feel a greater degree of self-satisfaction than did Miss Sowersoft, as she returned to Whinmoor. What revenge should she not take, when Colin was caught in the very fact of housebreaking, and when Fanny could be immediately involved in the same crime! The thought was so inspiriting, that she tripped along with a degree of briskness which would have induced any one who did not see her face to believe her at least twenty years

the junior of herself.

CHAPTER XI.

Colin prepares for his undertaking, and exhibits great stubbornness of temper in

withstanding many difficulties. FROM the time at which James Woodruff had received the little packet, as related some pages back, up to the eventful night when, as mentioned therein, the attempt to extricate him from confinement was to be made, Colin had busily employed all his spare hours in manufacturing in secret such articles for his purpose as he conceived he should require. This he was the better enabled to do, from hav. ing accompanied Fanny on a visit of inspection to the place, when, by the top of the old yew-tree being visible above the high wall, she was enabled to point out to him the exact spot in which her father was con. fined, and where his attempt must necessarily be made.

On the afternoon preceding the appointed night, Colin asked for leave to go to Bramleigh on particular business ; and at the same time stated, that as it might detain him rather late, he should very probably have to remain there all night. Much to his surprise, Miss Sowersoft immediately granted his request with a more than ordina. ry grace ; at the same time remarking very pleasantly, " that if his business there was but honest and good, she hoped he would succeed in it, as everybody ought to do; but if people went about un. principled jobs of any kind, it was very right and just that the evil spirit they served should betray them in the end."

At any other time Colin might not have noticed these remarks ; but under present circumstances, they sunk deep into his mind. He feared that his design had, by some means or other, become, if not wholly known, at least suspected ; and during the next half hour, instead of setting out, he sat down upon the step of the open house. door, considering what course he ought to pursue. The doubts which then arose in his mind were not so much the result of fear as of cautious forecast, touching the probable result of his enterprise. If by any means it had been found out, his wisest course would be to abandon it for the present, and either wait some more favourable opportunity, or leave the whole matter in abeyance until his visit to the Hall, on the squire's return, afforded him a chance of explaining the circumstances to that gentleman, and of gaining, if possible, his assistance. Yet, it he did so, what would Mr. Woodruff think? He would wait in horrible anxiety hour after hour, still depending upon the word of him, who said that nothing short of death should prevent his coming.

These reflections decided the question. Colin rose up, and within ten minutes was some distance on his road.

Another circumstance disturbed him. Before leaving the house, he saw Mr. Palethorpe, with his best inexpressibles on, preparing himself apparently for a short journey; and, on Colin's putting the question to him, he observed, with a malicious grin, that he also was going to Bramleigh. The youth turned pale, and red, and pale again, as shame and fear alternately possessed his bosom, though he pursued his way with undiminished resolution, conscious that he had engaged in a good cause, and resolved rather to fail in it than to commit him. self in falsehood, through the foolish dread of some undefined and perhaps imaginary danger.

Colin arrived at his mother's house about six o'clock in the evening, and, by previous appointment, met there with his friend Fanny. Together they put everything into a state of preparation ; while Colin, as a precautionary measure, in case anything should happen, obliged the young woman to take three guineas of the fifteen which Mr. Lupton had sent him, and the whole of which he had brought in his pocket

, in case it should be required for the service of Mr. Woodruff, when he had got out of the mad-house.

As hour after hour passed by, the young couple grew indescribably anxious and restless. Fanny dreaded that some unforeseen evil would befall Colin, and with tears in her eyes now begged him to give up the design, and wait until the Squire's return enabled them to do so much more, and better. To ihis he replied in few words, that what he had promised to do he would do, happen what might.

“ Then,” said Fanny,“ let us tell your mother all about it. I dare say

she means the best for both of us, after all; and then, perhaps, she may think of something to help you in the attempt.”

Mrs. Clink was accordingly informed, very much to her amaze. ment, of the principal heads of this affair, so far as already known to the reader, and also of the business which, in consequence, Colin now had upon his hands. This last she considered highly chimerical and dangerous; she prophesied it would lead to nothing but trouble to himself ; declared positively that twenty better methods could read. ily be devised; and concluded by assuring her son, that if he did not relinquish it at once and for ever, he would surely live to repent it be. fore ảnother week was over his head. Colin's reply again was, that no representations whatever could induce him to alter his purpose; and he began to get ready, and tie up his simple apparatus for climbing the wall.

At half.past nine o'clock he was ready to set out. Somehow, he knew not why, Colin felt that he must bid his mother and Fanny a more serious adieu than usual. His mother kissed him, and Fanny, -she, when in the shadow of the door, kissed him too, and asked a thousand blessings on his head. He promised, in case he succeeded, to be back with Mr. Woodruff in the course of an hour and a half ; and having again shaken hands with Fanny, he passed out into the street.

That hour and a half passed heavily by, during which Mrs. Clink and Fanny talked the matter over again, reflected, speculated, hoped, and feared. Colin did not come.

Eleven o'clock struck he was not there; they looked out, but could see nothing; listened, but could hear nothing.

Twelve came-midnight-he did not return. Fanny could not be restrained by Mrs. Clink any longer, and she went up alone to the scene of his enterprise, trusting there at least to ascertain something. All was silent as the grave. One solitary light alone, as of some one retiring to quiet rest, was visible in the mad-house, and that was all. But while she stood, she heard a horseman enter the stony yard, as though he had come from the Whinmoor road. The light of a lan. tern glanced along the walls above, and then vanished in the stables. She hastened, terrified, back again-Colin was not there. The whole night passed — morning broke-the world grew light and gay-but he did not come again.

SOME ACCOUNT OF A NEW PLAY,

IN A FAMILIAR EPISTLE TO HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW, LIEUT. SEAFORTH, R. P., LATE OF THE HON. E. 1. c.'s 2D REGT. OF

BOMBAY FENCIBLES.

BY THOMAS INGOLDSBY, ESQ.

“The play's the thing !"_HAMLET.

Tavistock Hotel, Nov. 1839. DEAR CHARLES,

-In reply to your letter and Fanny's, Lord Brougham, it appears, isn't dead,—though Queen Anne is ; 'Twas “ a plot” and a “farce”-you hate farces, you sayTake another plot,” then, viz. the plot of a Play.

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The Countess of Arundel, high in degree,
As a lady possess'd of an earldom in fee,
Was imprudent enough at fifteen years of age,
A period of life when we're not over sage,
To form a liuison—in fact, to engage
Her hand to a Hop-o'-my-thumb of a Page.

This put her Papa

She had no Mamma-
As may well be supposed, in a deuce of a rage.
Mr. Benjamin Franklin was wont to repeat,
In his budget of proverbs, “ Stolen Kisses are sweet;"

But they have their alloy

Fate assumed, to annoy
Miss Arundel's peace, and embitter her joy,
The equivocal shape of a fine little Boy.
When, through the young Stranger," her secret took wind,
The Old Lord was neither 10 haud nor to bind.”

He bounced up and down,

And so fearful a frown
Contracted his brow, you'd have thought he'd been blind.

The young lady, they say,

Having fainted away,
Was confined to her room for the whole of the day;
While her beau—no rare thing, in the old feudal system-
Disappear'd the next morning, and nobody miss'd him.
The fact is, his Lordship, who hadn't, it seems,
Form’d the slightest idea, not ev'n in his dreams,
That the pair had been wedded according to law,
Conceived that his daughter had made a faux pas;

So he bribed at a high rate

A sort of a Pirate
To knock out the poor dear young Gentleman's brains ;
Which done, he'd a handsome douceur for his pains.

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VOL. IV.

The Page thus disposed of, his Lordship now turns
His attention at once to the Lady's concerns,

And, alarmed for the future,

Looks out for a suitor,
One not fond of raking, nor given to the pewter,"
But adapted to act both the husband and tutor;
Finds a highly respectable middle-aged widower,
Marries her off, and thanks Heaven that he's rid o' her.

Relieved from his cares,

The old Peer now prepares
To arrange in good earnest his worldly affairs ;
Has his will made anew by a Special Attorney,
Sickens, takes to his bed, and sets out on his journey.

Which way he travell’d

Has not been unravellid;
To speculate much on the point were too curious,
If the climate he reach'd were serene or sulphureous.
To be sure in his balance-sheet all must declare
One item— The Page—was an awkward affair ;
But, per contra, he'd lately endow'd a new Chantry
For Priests, with ten marks and the run of the pantry.

Be that as it may,

It's sufficient to say
That his tomb in the chancel stands there to this day,
Built of Bethersden marble, a dark blueish grey.
The figure, a fine one of pure alabaster,
Some cleanly churchwarden has cover'd with plaster;

While a Vandal or Jew,

With a taste for virtù,
Has knock'd off his toes, to place, I suppose,
In some Pickwick Museum, with part of his nose;

From his belt and his sword

And his misericorde
The enamel's been chipp'd out, and never restored ;
His ci-gît in old French is inscribed all around,
And his head's in his helm, and his heel's on his hound,
The palms of his hands, as if going to pray,
Are join'd and upraised o'er his bosom-But stay!
I forgot that his tomb's not described in the Play.

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Lady Arundel, now in her own right a Peeress,
Perplexes her noddle with no such nice queries,
But produces in time, to her husband's great joy,
Another remarkably " fine little boy."

As novel connections

Oft change the affections, And turn all one's love into different directions, Now to young “ Johnny Newcome” she seems to confine hers, Neglecting the poor little dear out at dry-nurse;

Nay, for worse than that,

She considers “the brat'
As a bore-fears her husband may smell out a rat.

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