f the promenaders; "there's Rainscourt
driving his wife in the curricle."

"Oh then, the bull has arrived, you may depend upon it."

As they spoke, the dog made a spring at the horses' heads,--they plunged
violently, and shortly after set off at full speed.

Rainscourt could not have stopped them if he had wished it; but the fact
was, that he had entered the curricle determined to hazard his own life
rather than not gratify his revenge. All that was left for him was to
guide them, and this he did so that the near wheel came in contact with
a post. The horses, with the pole and broken traces, continued their
rapid career, leaving Rainscourt, his wife, and the fragments of the
vehicle, in the road.

Rainscourt's plan had been successful. Although much contused by the
fall, he was not severely injured. Mrs Rainscourt, who had been thrown
out with more violence, over the head of her husband, was taken up with
a fractured skull, and in a few minutes breathed her last.

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT.

Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant
Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn
Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt,
Not practise!
BYRON.

Hypocrisy, the thriving'st calling,
The only saint's-bell that rings all in:
A gift that is not only able
To domineer among the rabble,
But by the law's empowered to rout,
And awe the greatest that stand out.
HUDIBRAS.

"All-pervading essence, whose subtle spirit hath become a part component
of everything this universe contains--power that presidest over nations
and countries, kingdoms and cities, courts and palaces, and every human
tenement, even to the lowly cot--leaven of the globe, that workest in
the councils of its princes, in the reasonings of its senates, in the
atmosphere of the court, in the traffic of the city, in the smiles of
the enamoured youth, and in the blush of the responding maid--thou that
clothest with awe the serjeant's coif and the bishop's robe--thou that
assistest at our nurture, our education, and our marriage, our death,
our funeral, and habiliments of woe,--all hail!

"Chameleon spirit--at once contributing to the misery of our existence
and adding to its fancied bliss--at once detested and a charm, to be
eschewed and to be practised--that, with thy mystic veil, dimmest the
bright beauty of virtue, and concealest the dark deformity of vice--
imperishable, glorious, and immortal HUMBUG! Hail!

"Thee I invoke--and thus, wit