ve not forgotten them." Being asked to relate the
incident, he went on:

"There was a doubt in what manner--I mean rather by what name--the
stranger should be presented to his Royal Highness: some suggesting
one name,--others, a different one; and O'Kelly grew impatient, almost
angry, at the delay, and said, 'D----n it all him something: what shall
it be, Sheridan?' 'The King of the Beggars, say I,' cried Sheridan, and
in a voice, as I thought, to be easily heard all around. 'Who was he?'
asked O'Kelly. 'Bamfield Moore Carew,' answered the other. 'So be it,
then,' said O'Kelly. 'Your Royal Highness will permit me to present a
very distinguished friend of mine, recently arrived in England, and who,
like every true Englishman, feels that his first homage is due to the
Prince who rules in all our hearts.'--'Your friend's name?'--'Carew,
your Royal Highness; but being a wanderer and a vagabond, he has gone
by half-a-dozen names.' The Prince laughed, and turned to hear the
remainder of a story that some one at his side was relating. Meanwhile
the stranger had gone through his introduction, and as Mr. Carew was in
succession presented to the other members of the company--"

"Was he never addressed by any other designation, Colonel?" asked the
lawyer.

"Certainly not,--on that evening, at least."

"Were you acquainted with his real name?" "No; O'Kelly told me, the
day after the dinner, that the fellow had made his escape from London,
doubtless dreading the consequences of his freak, and all trace of him
was lost."

"Should you be able to recognize him were you to see him again, Colonel
Morris?"

"Unquestionably; his features were very marked, and I took especial
notice of him as he sat at the card-table."

"Will you cast your eyes about you through the court, and inform us if
you see him here at present?"

The Colonel turned, and, putting his glass to his eye, scanned the faces
in the gallery and along the crowded ranks beneath it. He then surveyed
the body of the court, and at length fixed his glance on the inner bar,
where, seated beside Mr. Foxley, I sat, pale and almost breathless with
terror. "There he is! that man next but one to the pillar; that is the
man!"

It was the second time that I had stood beneath the concentrated stare
of a vast crowd of people; but oh, how differently this from the last
time! No longer with aspects of compassionate interest and kind feeling,
every glance now was the triumphant spa