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No Russian, whose dissonant, consonant name
Almost rattles to fragments the trumpet of fame?
POSTSCRIPT.

By the bye, have you found any friend who can construe
That Latin account, t'other day, of a monster?
If we can't get a Russian--and that story in Latin
Be not _too_ improper, I think I'll bring that in.
MOORE.

A few mornings after this colloquy with his uncle, Newton was very busy
perambulating the streets of London, in search of various requisites for
his trip to India, when his hand was seized before he had time to call
to mind the features of the party who shook it with such apparent
warmth.

"My dear Mr Forster, I am so delighted to see you, so happy to hear of
your gallant adventure with the French squadron. Mrs Plausible will be
quite pleased at meeting her old shipmate; she often talks about you. I
must make sure of you," continued the doctor, drawing from his pocket a
large packet of cards, and inserting, at the top of one of them, Newton
Forster's name with his pencil. "This is an invitation to our
_conversazione_ of to-morrow night, which you must do us the honour to
accept. We shall have all the scientific men of the day, and a very
pretty sprinkling of nobility, if not something more. However, you will
see. Shall I tell Mrs Plausible that you will come, or will you
disappoint her?"

"Why," replied Newton, "if I possibly can I will. I presume the hour is
not very precise?"

"O no, from nine until two or three; but if you wish to see great
people, about eleven is the exact time."

"Well, then," replied Newton, "the time which suits great people also
suits me. I hope Mrs Plausible is quite well."

"Quite well, I thank you. Good-bye;" and Dr Plausible hurried off so
quickly, that Newton was induced to look after him, to ascertain what
could induce such precipitation. He perceived Dr Plausible shaking
hands warmly with another gentleman, and after a few seconds, the packet
of cards was again pulled out of his pocket, and the pencil in
requisition. It will be necessary to go back a little, to acquaint the
reader with what had occurred since the acceptation of Dr Plausible by
Miss Tavistock, when they were on board of the Bombay Castle. On their
arrival at Madras, Miss Tavistock's early and dearest friend, who
resided in the up-country, had commissioned an acquaintance to receive
Miss Tavistock until they could make arrangements for her journey to the
interior. By th