ered the republican, laconically, and gazing on the
ground, apparently in thought.

"He has the air of a slave," quoth the free Culpepper, and slaves cannot
bear the company of freemen; therefore he did right to go, whe-w! Had
we a proper and thorough and efficient reform, human nature would not
be thus debased by trades and callings and barters and exchange, for
all professions are injurious to the character and the dignity of man,
whe-w! but, as I shall prove upon the hustings to-morrow, it is in vain
to hope for any amendment in the wretched state of things until the
people of these realms are fully, freely, and fairly represented, whe-w!
Gentlemen, it is past two, and we have not ordered dinner, whe-w!" (N.
B.--This ejaculation denotes the kind of snuffle which lent peculiar
energy to the dicta of Mr. Culpepper.)

"Ring the bell, then, and summon the landlord," said, very pertinently,
one of the three disputants upon the character of Wilkes.

The landlord appeared; dinner was ordered.

"Pray," said Wolfe, "has that man, Mr. Brown I think he called himself,
left the inn?"

"He has, sir, for he was mightily offended at something which--"

"And," interrupted Wolfe, "how far hence does Mr. Mordaunt live?"

"About five miles on the other side of W----," answered mine host.

Wolfe rose, seized his hat, and was about to depart.

"Stay, stay," cried citizen Christopher Culpepper; "you will not leave
us till after dinner?"

"I shall dine at W----," answered Wolfe, quitting the room.

"Then our reckoning will be heavier," said Culpepper. "It is not
handsome in Wolfe to leave us, whe-w! Really I think that our brother
in the great cause has of late relaxed in his attentions and zeal to the
goddess of our devotions, whe-w!"

"It is human nature!" cried one of the three disputants upon the
character of Wilkes.

"It is not human nature!" cried the second disputant, folding his arms
doggedly, in preparation for a discussion.

"Contemptible human nature!" exclaimed the third disputant,
soliloquizing with a supercilious expression of hateful disdain.

"Poor human nature!" murmured Castleton, looking upward with a sigh; and
though we have not given to that gentleman other words than these, we
think they are almost sufficient to let our readers into his character.

CHAPTER LXXIV.

Silvis, ubi passim
Palantes error certo de tramite pellit,
Ille sinistrorsum, hic dextrorsum abit; unus utriqu