infernal regions." He was at my house the next night, and
asked me whether "ahr Emma" would ever live with him again. I said "Well,
Tom, the first thing you will have to do is to go upstairs blindfolded."
I placed a bandage over his eyes, and sent him upstairs, having told him
to walk quietly across the middle of the chamber floor. I had suspended
the beam of a warp-dressing frame from the ceiling. Tom walked against
this beam, which swung back upon him, and, apparently, greatly frightened
him, for of all the screaming I ever heard, it took place that night in
that chamber. Tom was blindfolded, and, in addition to that, the room was
in darkness; and when he was able to pick his way out of the "chamber of
horrors," he beat a hasty retreat from the house. This is a sample of the
fun I had during my experiences as a humble advocate (?) of the "art of
professing to reveal future events in the life of another."

ALONE IN LONDON

Many townsfolk will remember Jim Blakey. He was a young fellow who had
many peculiarities in his composition. One of these was that his mind was
for ever bent upon travelling, and, not being short of money, he was
often able to gratify his desires. Knowing that I had travelled a little,
he would have me to accompany him to London. After certain adventures on
the way we got to the big city, and secured lodgings. Blakey was not
altogether well, so I left him at our hotel while I went for a walk
through some of the parts of London I was already acquainted with. When I
got back, however, Blakey had "gone--left no address," and, besides, he
was the paymaster, and the only money I had was 2.5d. So that I could
truly appreciate the situation of being "alone in London." I was
wandering about the city all night, and in the morning found myself going
towards Fulham. I was wearing a good big overcoat, and had also in my
possession a new copy of "Goldsmith's poems:" these I had resolved to
leave with my "uncle." On the road, however, I fell in with a wedding
party, and disposed of the volume of poems for 3s 6d to the bridegroom,
who said he should make a present of it to his bride. Going on to Fulham
I fell in with an old friend from Keighley. I stayed a day or two with
him, and then sailed from London Bridge to Hull. From Hull I walked to
Keighley _minus_ my overcoat. I found that Blakey had not come home, but
he returned in a day or two, and said he had looked all over London for
me. I thought he had de