a livid paleness. Then,
turning on his heel, he left the room.

As he repaired homeward he saw one of his soldiers engaged in a loud
and angry contest with a man in the plain garb of a peaceful citizen; a
third person, standing by, appeared ineffectually endeavouring to pacify
the disputants. A rigid disciplinarian, Lord Ulswater allowed not even
party feeling, roused as it was, to conquer professional habits. He
called off the soldier, and the man with whom the latter had been
engaged immediately came up to Lord Ulswater, with a step as haughty as
his own. The third person, who had attempted the peacemaker, followed
him.

"I presume, sir," said he, "that you are an officer of this man's
regiment."

"I am the commanding officer, sir," said Lord Ulswater, very little
relishing the air and tone of the person who addressed him.

"Then," answered the man (who was, indeed, no other than Wolfe, who,
having returned to W---- with Mordaunt, had already succeeded in
embroiling himself in a dispute), "then, sir, I look to you for his
punishment and my redress;" and Wolfe proceeded in his own exaggerated
language to detail a very reasonable cause of complaint. The fact was
that Wolfe, meeting one of his compatriots and conversing with him
somewhat loudly, had uttered some words which attracted the spleen of
the soldier, who was reeling home very comfortably intoxicated; and the
soldier had most assuredly indulged in a copious abuse of the d--d rebel
who could not walk the streets without chattering sedition.

Wolfe's friend confirmed the statement.

The trooper attempted to justify himself; but Lord Ulswater saw his
intoxication in an instant, and, secretly vexed that the complaint was
not on the other side, ordered the soldier to his quarters, with a brief
but sure threat of punishment on the morrow. Not willing, however, to
part with the "d--d rebel" on terms so flattering to the latter, Lord
Ulswater, turning to Wolfe with a severe and angry air, said,--

"As for you, fellow, I believe the whole fault was on your side; and if
you dare again give vent to your disaffected ravings, I shall have you
sent to prison to tame your rank blood upon bread and water. Begone, and
think yourself fortunate to escape now!"

The fierce spirit of Wolfe was in arms on the instant; and his reply, in
subjecting him to Lord Ulswater's threat, might at least have prevented
his enlightening the public on the morrow, had not his friend, a
pe