ce of that very date.

"Now, my love," says she, "I have found him! Come with me to-morrow, and
you shall KNOW ALL!"

And now comes the end of my story.

. . . . . .

The ladies nex morning set out for the City, and I walked behind, doing
the genteel thing, with a nosegy and a goold stick. We walked down the
New Road--we walked down the City Road--we walked to the Bank. We were
crossing from that heddyfiz to the other side of Cornhill, when all of a
sudden missis shreeked, and fainted spontaceously away.

I rushed forrard, and raised her to my arms: spiling thereby a new
weskit and a pair of crimson smalcloes. I rushed forrard. I say, very
nearly knocking down the old sweeper who was hobbling away as fast as
posibil. We took her to Birch's; we provided her with a hackney-coach
and every lucksury, and carried her home to Islington.

. . . . . .

That night master never came home. Nor the nex night, nor the nex.
On the fourth day an octioneer arrived; he took an infantry of the
furnitur, and placed a bill in the window.

At the end of the wick Altamont made his appearance. He was haggard and
pale; not so haggard, however, not so pale as his miserable wife.

He looked at her very tendrilly. I may say, it's from him that I coppied
MY look to Miss ----. He looked at her very tendrilly and held out his
arms. She gev a suffycating shreek, and rusht into his umbraces.

"Mary," says he, "you know all now. I have sold my place; I have got
three thousand pounds for it, and saved two more. I've sold my house
and furnitur, and that brings me another. We'll go abroad and love each
other, has formly."

And now you ask me, Who he was? I shudder to relate.--Mr. Haltamont SWEP
THE CROSSING FROM THE BANK TO CORNHILL!!

Of cors, I left his servis. I met him, few years after, at
Badden-Badden, where he and Mrs. A. were much respectid, and pass for
pipple of propaty.

THE AMOURS OF MR. DEUCEACE.

DIMOND CUT DIMOND.

The name of my nex master was, if posbil, still more ellygant and
youfonious than that of my fust. I now found myself boddy servant to the
Honrabble Halgernon Percy Deuceace, youngest and fifth son of the Earl
of Crabs.

Halgernon was a barrystir--that is, he lived in Pump Cort, Temple: a
wulgar naybrood, witch praps my readers don't no. Suffiz to say, it's on
the confines of the citty, and the choasen aboad of the lawyers of this
metrappolish.

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