after; and must now proceed to Herbert Gascoigne Greenlaw's departure from the hall of his ancestors. The moment the packet from his lordship arrived, the old squire exclaimed, "Luck upon leather!" alluding to the great attachment which the worthy Peer had to indescribables of that nature. All the bells were set a-ringing, as the rustics termed it; and all was in motion and preparation for the Guardsman elect's departure: which was rendered more propitious by the arrival of the Gazette on the following morning, when a lengthy cavalcade and procession formed the commencement of the youth's splendour and celebrity in life. A barouche and four posters led the van; dear self and Spanish Don, together with a favourite spaniel, inside passengers; luggage in abundance, and two livery servants in the seat behind. Next came a plain post-chaise with Monsieur Louis, the valet-de-chambre, and Vandundertrump, a German incumbrance, who had been the youth's courier on the Continent, but who

used to superintend the smoking establishment of his master, and who was rated as a Hookar Bedar in his household. This chaise was also heavily laden with a wardrobe, “qui ne finit pas," to use Monsieur Louis's expression. Then there were the dressing-utensils, as numerous, and nearly as expensive, as those of the handsome, thoughtless, and extravagant Tom Crux, or of his humble and obscure imitator, the pea-green Joey Ane. There were guns and pistols, saddlery and dog-collars, perfumery and patent medicines; a racing set of clothing, together with music-books and novels, plate and jewellery, &c. &c. The light mail with four-in-hand followed, à petite journée, but started simultaneously with the other vehicles for stage effect; led horses and a dog caravan brought up the rear. Forward was the word; -but we had nearly forgotten the adieu to the village.

The young squire had to take leave of the curate, the lawyer, the apothecary, and of

a rustic beauty, of whom we shall hear more à l'avenir. The three former interested him but little, although he had a regard lingering in memory for the instructor of his youth;had he been left to nature and himself, the latter would have cost him a pang; but he had been so highly polished by a maternal hand, that he felt above these sort of weaknesses, and only wondered how the girl could have got such a hold of his boyish affections, although she certainly was lovely; now, however, the lustre of coronetted charms (which parfois bring other coronets with them) hailed him in promise, and he was not to be thus thrown away. He therefore affected to smile as in scorn, as he wiped off the tear from her lids;—the heart, however, wavered for a while.

Emma, this fair rustic, as our hero then considered her, has un grand rôle to play. A rose is always a rose, whether in the garden of a palace or in the wilderness; its beauty and fragrance make it what it is,

P

witness the one rose in the wilderness, which

just served

"To mark where a garden had been."

Like such a flower was Emma; we therefore advise our readers to keep their eye upon her.

CHAPTER II.

LES ADIEUX, LE DÉFART, L'ARRIVÉE.

"Tous les hommes sont fous, et malgré tous leurs soins, Ne diffèrent entr'eux que du plus ou du moins."

BOILEAU.

THAT Herbert Greenlaw would have been a kind, generous, free, and warm-hearted man, had he followed simple nature, is doubtless; but he was infected by that mania which ruins half the world, namely, the ambition of being something more than what we are; the madness (and it may be accounted a disease) of acting some strange part in life's scene, which truth and nature never intended us for. One man, formed for mediocrity, but endowed with all