ar the champions of the night.

"Gentlemen," said Dartmore, "we must fly--sauve qui peut." We wanted no
stronger admonition, and, accordingly, all of us who were able, set off
with the utmost velocity with which God had gifted us. I have some faint
recollection that I myself headed the flight. I remember well that I
dashed up the Strand, and dashed down a singular little shed, from
which emanated the steam of tea, and a sharp, querulous scream of
"All hot--all hot! a penny a pint." I see, now, by the dim light of
retrospection, a vision of an old woman in the kennel, and a pewter pot
of mysterious ingredients precipitated into a greengrocer's shop, "te
virides inter lauros," as Vincent would have said. On we went, faster
and faster, as the rattle rung in our ears, and the tramp of the enemy
echoed after us in hot pursuit.

"The devil take the hindmost," said Dartmore, breathlessly (as he kept
up with me).

"The watchman has saved his majesty the trouble," answered I, looking
back and seeing one of our friends in the clutch of the pursuers.

"On, on!" was Dartmore's only reply.

At last, after innumerable perils, and various immersements into back
passages, and courts, and alleys, which, like the chicaneries of law,
preserved and befriended us, in spite of all the efforts of justice, we
fairly found ourselves in safety in the midst of a great square.

Here we paused, and after ascertaining our individual safeties, we
looked round to ascertain the sum total of the general loss. Alas! we
were wofully fully shorn of our beams--we were reduced onehalf: only
three out of the six survived the conflict and the flight.

"Half," (said the companion of Dartmore and myself, whose name was
Tringle, and who was a dabbler in science, of which he was not a little
vain) "half is less worthy than the whole; but the half is more worthy
than nonentity."

"An axiom," said I, "not to be disputed; but now that we are safe, and
have time to think about it, are you not slightly of opinion that we
behaved somewhat scurvily to our better half, in leaving it so quietly
in the hands of the Philistines?"

"By no means," answered Dartmore. "In a party, whose members make no
pretensions to sobriety, it would be too hard to expect that persons who
are scarcely capable of taking care of themselves, should take care of
other people. No; we have, in all these exploits, only the one maxim of
self-preservation."

"Allow me," said Tringle, seizin