"There goes a young man who is in love," said Mr. Jinks, with
philosophic dignity; "regularly caught by a pair of black eyes. Boy!"
added Mr. Jinks, after the manner of Coriolanus, "he don't know 'em as
I do. He's looking out for happiness--I for revenge!"

And Mr. Jinks scowled at a stable-boy until the terrified urchin hung
his head in awe, respect, and admiration. The great militaire was not
superior to humanity, and even this triumph elated him. He set forth,
therefore, on Fodder, feeling like a conqueror.

If this veracious history were a narrative of the life and adventures
of Mr. Jinks alone, we might follow the great conspirator in his
various movements on this eventful day. We might show how he
perambulated the town of Winchester on his noble steed, like a second
Don Quixote, mounted for the nonce upon the courser of Sancho Panza,
while Rosinante recovered from his bruises. Though the illustration
might fail if carried further, inasmuch as Mr. Jinks encountered no
windmills, and indeed met with no adventures worth relating, still
we might speak of his prying inquisition into every movement of the
hostile Irish--detail his smiling visits, in the character of spy,
to numerous domicils, and relate at length the manner in which he
procured the information which the noble knight desired. All this we
might do; but is it necessary? Not always does the great historic muse
fill up the flaws of story, leaving rather much to the imagination.
And in the present instance, we might justly be accused of undue
partiality. We are not sure that some of our kind readers might not go
further still, and declare in general terms, that none of Mr. Jinks'
adventures were worth telling--Mr. Jinks himself being a personage
wholly unworthy of attention.

To critics of this last description, we would say in deprecation of
their strictures--Friends, the world is made up of a number of odd
personages, as the animal kingdom is of singular, and not wholly
pleasant creatures. Just as the scarabaeus and the ugly insect are as
much a part of animated nature as the golden-winged butterfly, and
humming-bird, and noble eagle, so are the classes, represented
partly by our friend, as human as the greatest and the best. As the
naturalist, with laborious care, defines the characteristics of the
ugly insect, buzzing, and stinging, and preying on the weaker, so must
the writer give a portion of his attention to the microscopic bully,
braggart, and boa