now indispensable term of 'accoucheur' being at that period one to be interpreted in that part of the country, to be understood. To him, Lucy had plighted her faith; to her, he had solemnly pledged his. But the stars had destined him for higher stations, and very different connexions, although Lucy's and his own were upon equal footing as to family respectability and whilst Lucy's fate teemed with disappointments, her young heart soared above selfishness for the Isake of him she loved. Giving the gipsey an extra shilling, she said 'I would give my life to secure to my William the lucky fate you have foretold '—which lucky fate was, that he would not marry his first nor second love, but a sailor's daughter,—would see great distress, and he obliged to leave a place where he would be in practice, for making wrong' with a lady patient; that he would go to the north country, and whilst there, be supported by his wife's hands; that he would make love to a very bad woman, who would make his fortune, by introducing him to her noble keeper, who had the name, but would never be able to keep her to himself; that he would one day be a great man,' and forget all his humble friends; and last of all, be a great king's doctor,' and die very rich.' That was not quite enough for Lucy's ten pieces of silver. 'Who was to be her second lover?' 'Dat was ver bad question,' for she 'would not marry him.' Lucy urged the sybil to inform her why; but the cunning Egyptian knew that she had not yet reached the bottom of poor Lucy's purse; and she significantly rubbed, and then extended her left hand, which was immediately garnished with another shilling but ten pieces bring no luck-Lucy's second lover was destined to be strangled, by means of his own daughter, and die without shoes on;' but prior to such a dreadful fate, he would be very rich man, and have plenty of friends, but could only preserve his life by avoiding wool.' Lastly, the present of three additional sixpences, making in all thirteen pieces of silver, secured poor Lucy a competent fortune with her third lover and first husband-' plenty of children,' plenty of muttons,' and 'beefs,' and 'pigs,' and 'chickens,' and ' ducks,' and of' every good thing.' The listeners lost not a particle of what had passed; and from that moment, poor Lucy had to hear and bear the taunts of the listeners, whenever they met her, as to her first and second lover, and her third lover and first husband'-and what has become of the lit bits silver ?' The young doctor's pride of ancestry, or a desire to find if he had claims beyond the common ones to all the sons of Adam, led him to visit an old lady—a maiden lady—a lineal descendant from Adam by her name; and, accompanied by a fellow-'prentice, in the same town, they hired a horse to ride and tie.' The parties toss for the first ride, and agreement is made, whether one, two, or three miles at a time be the distance;-if one mile, the party rides on, and on arriving at the one-mile stone, he ties the horse's bridle to a gate or stump of a tree, then dismounts, and walks on to the second milestone, where his companion, having ridden his mile, joines him ; and thus the journey is accomplished. Near the fourteenth milestone, was situated the house of this elderly lady, to whom both were very well known; and as she was known to have a fine copy of a work which had just about that time been published, entitled 'Dallaway's Inquiries into the Origin and Progress of Heraldry in England,' the ambitious young chimegern, that was to be, was very desirous of asking the old lady if that work contained any thing about his family; and thereupon they entered the lawn, and were met at the front door by the lady herself. How do, Billy?—how do, Charles?—glad to see you-haven't run away, I hope ?—walk in, walk in'-without giving them time to answer a single question. Metheglin, or mead, Gooseberry hive, equal to the Vicar of Wakefield's notable wife's' own particular' sliced tongue, and cold chicken soon appeared upon a tray, carried by a blooming white aproned girl, whose white and swan-like neck finely contrasted with a narrow black velvet neckband, which was a fashion prevalent among the west country domestics towards the end of the eighteenth century. A list of arms emblazoned, and suspended over the antique carved chimney-piece, in a splendid frame, attracted the eye of the doctor,' who thereupon talked of the new work, Dallaway's 6 Heraldry'-' was his name there?'-a question at which the old lady might well have been startled, when she reflected upon the pretensions of the ambitious young applicant; but she replied, 'that there was scarcely a name which was not to be found there; but still there might be no affinity between persons and such families, although using the same surname.' This did not suit 'the doctor,' who, for a moment, forgot his grammar, by asking his kind hostess if she could tell him what his arms were composed of.' Flesh and blood, I believe, Billy; I do not know to the contrary.' "But I don't mean these here arms,' exclaimed he, stretching out his brawny arms; 1 mean other arms, such as lions and tigers, and such things.' Then, Billy,' said the old lady, correcting his bad grammar, you should have said, "what is my arms?"—but there you have puzzled me, indeed!' H CHAPTER XIII. THE ATTACK ON THE TURNIP FIELD. THE WOUNDED BUTCHER. JACK'S CONFESSION, AND ACQUITTAL. 'JACK' had scarcely been six months at school when, on a Saturday afternoon's walk, one red-head (or, as he was called by the boys, 'cardinal') usher, being in advance, and the other acting as 'whipperin,' a simultaneous attack was made upon a turnip field, situated at the top of a hill, at the bottom of which flowed rather impetuously after, what is there called, 'a flood,' the river A—-, a pretty deep stream. The mischievous invaders of the 'Rapum' domains, not satisfied with eating turnips (in which the ushers set them the example), began to roll them down the hill; when, all at once, the owner of the field, the Jacobin butcher, as he was called, in contradistinction to the school butcher, swearing lustily he would prosecute 'every mother's soul on 'em,' began to ascend the hill from the river, where he had been bathing, unawed by the many 'round shot' that were ricochetting near him, and over him, in every direction; nor could the ushers stop the firing.'Jack' was conspicuous from his dress, which had a midshipman's weekly accounts' on each side his jacket collar, and a cockade in his hat-and equally so in the war of turnips; for seizing one nearly half as big as himself, which he could not throw, he rolled it down the hill in what he jokingly called 'such a capital direction,' that it came in contact with the flat face of the jolly, but excited butcher, and sent him headlong down the hill into the stream behind him, where he for some time floundered like a wounded porpoise. That there would be a ' kick up' was to be anticipated; and, as in a former case, for 'attacking an orchard,' that decimation would ensue. The butcher supplied the writing, or blackguard's school, as it was called, and moreover, was a methodist---a dreadful sin in those days, and synonymous with Jacobin and Republican! "Sed tempora mutantur,"-as Horace says- |