s. Our hero had heard of
Vauxhall, and his curiosity was excited, and he resolved that he would
pass away the evening in what was at that time a rather fashionable
resort.

It was half past six, and time to go, so he directed his steps over
Westminster-bridge, and, having only lost three minutes in peeping
through the balustrades at the barges and wherries proceeding up and
down the river, after asking his way three times, he found himself at
the entrance, and, paying his admission, walked in. There was a goodly
sprinkling of company, but not many masks; there was a man clad in brass
armour, who stood quite motionless, for the armour was so heavy that he
could hardly bear the weight of it. He must have suffered a very great
inconvenience on such a warm night, but people stared at him as they
passed by, and he was more than repaid by the attention which he
attracted; so he stood and suffered on. There were about twenty-five
clowns in their motley dresses, seven or eight pantaloons, three devils,
and perhaps forty or fifty dominoes. Joey soon found himself close to
the orchestra, which was a blaze of light, and he listened very
attentively to a lady in ostrich feathers, who was pouring out a
bravura, which was quite unintelligible to the audience, while the
gentlemen behind her, in their cocked hats, accompanied her voice. He
was leaning against one of the trees, and receiving, without knowing it,
the drippings of a leaky lamp upon his coat, when two men came up and
stopped on the other side of the trunk of the tree, and one said to the
other--"I tell you, Joseph, she is here, and with the Christian.
Manasseh traced her by the driver of the coach. She will never return
to her father's house if we do not discover her this night."

"What! will she become a _Meshumed_--an apostate!" exclaimed the other;
"I would see her in her grave first. Holy Father! the daughter of a
rabbi to bring such disgrace upon her family! Truly our sins, and the
sins of our forefathers, have brought this evil upon our house. If I
meet him here I will stab him to the heart!"

"_Leemaan Hashem_! for the sake of the holy name, my son, think of what
you say; you must not be so rash. Alas! alas! but we are mixed with the
heathens. She must be concealed in one of the Moabitish garments,"
continued the elder of the two personages, whom our hero had of course
ascertained to be of the house of Israel. "Manasseh tells me that he
has discovere