move in that fairy way; and

"The hairdresser.--'Count Barbarossa is seventy years of age,' said the
Earl. 'I remember him at the Congress of Vienna, and he has not a single
gray hair.' Wiggins laughed. 'My good Lord Baldock,' said the old wag,
'I saw Barbarossa's hair coming out of Ducroissant's shop, and under his
valet's arm--ho! ho! ho!'--and the two bon-vivans chuckled as the Count
passed by, talking with, &c. &c.

"The gunmaker.--'The antagonists faced each other; and undismayed before
his gigantic enemy, Kilconnel raised his pistol. It was one of Clicker's
manufacture, and Sir Marmaduke knew he could trust the maker and the
weapon. "One, two, THREE," cried O'Tool, and the two pistols went off at
that instant, and uttering a terrific curse, the Lifeguardsman,' &c.--A
sentence of this nature from your pen, my dear Snooks, would, I should
think, bring a case of pistols and a double-barrelled gun to your
lodgings; and, though heaven forbid you should use such weapons, you
might sell them, you know, and we could make merry with the proceeds.

"If my hint is of any use to you, it is quite at your service, dear
Snooks; and should anything come of it, I hope you will remember your
friend."

THE DIARY OF C. JEAMES DE LA PLUCHE, ESQ.,

WITH HIS LETTERS.

A LUCKY SPECULATOR.

"Considerable sensation has been excited in the upper and lower circles
in the West End, by a startling piece of good fortune which has befallen
James Plush, Esq., lately footman in a respected family in Berkeley
Square.

"One day last week, Mr. James waited upon his master, who is a banker in
the City; and after a little blushing and hesitation, said he had saved
a little money in service, was anxious to retire, and to invest his
savings to advantage.

"His master (we believe we may mention, without offending delicacy, the
well-known name of Sir George Flimsy, of the house of Flimsy, Diddler,
and Flash,) smilingly asked Mr. James what was the amount of his
savings, wondering considerably how, out of an income of thirty
guineas--the main part of which he spent in bouquets, silk stockings,
and perfumery--Mr. Plush could have managed to lay by anything.

"Mr. Plush, with some hesitation, said he had been SPECULATING IN
RAILROADS, and stated his winnings to have been thirty thousand
pounds. He had commenced his speculations with twenty, borrowed from
a fellow-servant. He had dated his letters from the house in Berkeley
Square, and