pretends　he　can　only　say　wee　and　commong　porty　voo。　　Shallow
  humbug！I　have　marked　him　during　our　conversations。When　we　have
  spoken　of　the　glory　of　France　among　the　nations；　I　have　seen　his
  eye　kindle；　and　his　perfidious　lip　curl　with　rage。　　When　they　have
  discussed　before　him；　the　Imprudents！　the　affairs　of　Europe；　and
  Raggybritchovich　has　shown　us　the　next　Circassian　Campaign；　or
  Sapousne　has　laid　hare　the　plan　of　the　Calabrian　patriots　for　the
  next　insurrection；　I　have　marked　this　strangerthis　Lor　Yardham。
  He　smokes；　'tis　to　conceal　his　countenance；　he　drinks　gin；　'tis　to
  hide　his　face　in　the　goblet。　　And　be　sure；　he　carries　every　word　of
  our　conversation　to　the　perfidious　Palmerston；　his　uncle。〃
  〃I　will　beard　him　in　his　den；〃　thought　Jools。　　〃I　will　meet　him
  corps…a…corpsthe　tyrant　of　Europe　shall　suffer　through　his
  nephew；　and　I　will　shoot　him　as　dead　as　Dujarrier。〃
  When　Lor　Yardham　came　to　the　〃Constantanople〃　that　night；　Jools　i'd
  him　savidgely　from　edd　to　foot；　while　Lord　Yardham　replied　the
  same。　　It　wasn't　much　for　either　to　doneyther　being　more　than　4
  foot　ten　hiJools　was　a　grannydear　in　his　company　of　the　Nashnal
  Gard；　and　was　as　brayv　as　a　lion。
  〃Ah；　l'Angleterre；　l'Angleterre；　tu　nous　dois　une　revanche；〃　said
  Jools；　crossing　his　arms　and　grinding　his　teeth　at　Lord　Yardham。
  〃Wee；〃　said　Lord　Yardham；　〃wee。〃
  〃Delenda　est　Carthago！〃　howled　out　Jools。
  〃Oh；　wee；〃　said　the　Erl　of　Yardham；　and　at　the　same　moment　his　glas
  of　ginawater　coming　in；　he　took　a　drink；　saying；　〃A　voternsanty；
  Munseer：〃　and　then　he　offered　it　like　a　man　of　fashn　to　Jools。
  A　light　broak　on　Jools's　mind　as　he　igsepted　the　refreshmint。
  〃Sapoase；〃　he　said；　〃instedd　of　slaughtering　this　nephew　of　the
  infamous　Palmerston；　I　extract　his　secrets　from　him；　suppose　I　pump
  himsuppose　I　unveil　his　schemes　and　send　them　to　my　paper？　　La
  France　may　hear　the　name　of　Jools　de　Chacabac；　and　the　star　of
  honor　may　glitter　on　my　bosom。〃
  So　axepting　Lord　Yardham's　cortasy；　he　returned　it　by　ordering
  another　glass　of　gin　at　his　own　expence；　and　they　both　drank　it　on
  the　counter；　where　Jools　talked　of　the　affaers　of　Europ　all　night。
  To　everything　he　said；　the　Earl　of　Yardham　answered；　〃Wee；　wee；〃
  except　at　the　end　of　the　evening；　when　he　squeeged　his　&　and　said；
  〃Bong　swore。〃
  〃There's　nothing　like　goin　amongst　'em　to　equire　the　reel
  pronounciation；〃　his　lordship　said；　as　he　let　himself　into　his
  lodgings　with　his　latch…key。　　〃That　was　a　very　eloquent　young　gent
  at　the　'Constantinople；'　and　I'll　patronize　him。〃
  〃Ah；　perfide；　je　te　demasquerai！〃　Jools　remarked　to　himself　as　he
  went　to　bed　in　his　〃Hotel　de　l'Ail。〃　　And　they　met　the　next　night；
  and　from　that　heavning　the　young　men　were　continyually　together。
  Well；　one　day；　as　they　were　walking　in　the　Quadrant；　Jools　talking；
  and　Lord　Yardham　saying；　〃Wee；　wee；〃　they　were　struck　all　of　a　heap
  by　seeing
  But　my　paper　is　igshosted；　and　I　must　dixcribe　what　they　sor　in　the
  nex　number。
  III。
  THE　CASTLE　OF　THE　ISLAND　OF　FOGO。
  The　travler　who　pesews　his　dalitefle　coarse　through　the　fair　rellum
  of　Franse　（as　a　great　romantic　landskippist　and　neamsack　of　mind
  would　say）　never　chaumed　his　i's　within　a　site　more　lovely；　or　vu'd
  a　pallis　more　magniffiznt　than　that　which　was　the　buthplace　of　the
  Eroing　of　this　Trew　Tale。　　Phansy　a　country　through　whose　werdant
  planes　the　selvery　Garonne　wines；　likelike　a　benevvolent　sarpent。
  In　its　plasid　busum　antient　cassles；　picturask　willidges；　and
  waving　woods　are　reflected。　　Purple　hills；　crownd　with　inteak
  ruings；　rivvilets　babbling　through　gentle　greenwoods；　wight　farm
  ouses；　hevvy　with　hoverhanging　vines；　and　from　which　the　appy　and
  peaseful　okupier　can　cast　his　glans　over　goolden　waving　cornfealds；
  and　M。　Herald　meddows　in　which　the　lazy　cattle　are　graysinn；　while
  the　sheppard；　tending　his　snoughy　flox；　wiles　away　the　leisure
  mominx　on　his　lootthese　hoffer　but　a　phaint　pictur　of　the　rurial
  felissaty　in　the　midst　of　widge　Crinoline　and　Hesteria　de　Viddlers
  were　bawn。
  Their　Par；　the　Marcus　de　Viddlers；　Shavilear　of　the　Legend　of　Honor
  and　of　the　Lion　of　Bulgum；　the　Golden　Flease；　Grand　Cross　of　the
  Eflant　and　Castle；　and　of　the　Catinbagpipes　of　Hostria；　Grand
  Chamberleng　of　the　Crownd；　and　Major…Genaril　of　Hoss…Mareens；　&c。
  &c。　&c。is　the　twenty…foth　or　fith　Marquis　that　has　bawn　the
  Tittle；　is　disended　lenyally　from　King　Pipping；　and　has　almost　as
  antient　a　paddygree　as　any　which　the　Ollywell　Street　frends　of　the
  Member　of　Buckinumsheer　can　supply。
  His　Marchyniss；　the　lovely　&　ecomplisht　Emily　de　St。　Cornichon；
  quitted　this　mortial　spear　very　soon　after　she　had　presented　her
  lord　with　the　two　little　dawling　Cherrybins　above　dixcribed；　in
  whomb；　after　the　loss　of　that　angle　his　wife；　the　disconslit
  widderer　found　his　only　jy　on　huth。　　In　all　his　emusemints　they
  ecumpanied　him；　their　edjacation　was　his　sole　bisniss；　he　atcheaved
  it　with　the　assistnce　of　the　ugliest　and　most　lernid　masters；　and
  the　most　hidjus　and　egsimplary　governices　which　money　could
  procure。　　R；　how　must　his　peturnle　art　have　bet；　as　these　Budds；
  which　he　had　nurrisht；　bust　into　buty；　and　twined　in　blooming
  flagrance　round　his　pirentle　Busm！
  The　villidges　all　round　his　hancestral　Alls　blessed　the　Marcus　and
  his　lovely　hoffsprig。　　Not　one　villidge　in　their　naybrood　but　was
  edawned　by　their　elygint　benifisns；　and　where　the　inhabitnts　wern't
  rendered　appy。　　It　was　a　pattern　pheasantry。　　All　the　old　men　in
  the　districk　were　wertuous　&　tockative；　ad　red　stockins　and　i…eeled
  drab　shoes；　and　beautiful　snowy　air。　　All　the　old　women　had　peaked
  ats；　and　crooked　cains；　and　chince　gowns　tucked　into　the　pockits　of
  their　quiltid　petticoats；　they　sat　in　pictarask　porches；　pretendin
  to　spinn；　while　the　lads　and　lassis　of　the　villidges　danst　under
  the　hellums。　　O；　tis　a　noble　sight　to　whitniss　that　of　an　appy
  pheasantry！　　Not　one　of　those　rustic　wassals　of　the　Ouse　of
  Widdlers；　but　ad　his　air　curled　and　his　shirt…sheaves　tied　up　with
  pink　ribbing　as　he　led　to　the　macy　dance　some　appy　country　gal；
  with　a　black　velvit　boddice　and　a　redd　or　yaller　petticoat；　a
  hormylu　cross　on　her　neck；　and　a　silver　harrow　in　her　air！
  When　the　Marcus　&　ther　young　ladies　came　to　the　villidge　it　would
  have　done　the　i's　of　the　flanthropist　good　to　see　how　all　reseaved
  'em！　　The　little　children　scattered　calico　flowers　on　their　path；
  the　snowy…aired　old　men　with　red　faces　and　rinkles　took　off　their
  brown　paper　ats　to　slewt　the　noble　Marcus。　　Young　and　old　led　them
  to　a　woodn　bank　painted　to　look　like　a　bower　of　roses；　and　when
  they　were　sett　down　danst　ballys　before　them。　　O　'twas　a　noble　site
  to　see　the　Marcus　too；　smilin　ellygint　with　fethers　in　his　edd　and
  all　his　stars　on；　and　the　young　Marchynisses　with　their　ploomes；
  and　trains；　and　little　coronicks！
  They　lived　in　tremenjus　splendor　at　home　in　their　pyturnle　alls；
  and　had　no　end　of　pallises；　willers；　and　town　and　country
  resadences；　but　their　fayvorit　resadence　was　called　the　Castle　of
  the　Island　of　Fogo。
  Add　I　the　penn　of　the　hawther　of　a　Codlingsby　himself；　I　coodnt
  dixcribe　the　gawjusness　of　their　aboad。　　They　add　twenty…four
  footmen　in　livery；　besides　a　boy　in　codroys　for　the　knives　&　shoes。
  They　had　nine　meels　adayShampayne　and　pineapples　were　served　to
  each　of　the　young　ladies　in　bed　before　they　got　up。　　Was　it　Prawns；
  Sherry…cobblers；　lobster…salids；　or　maids　of　honor；　they　had　but　to
  ring　the　bell　and　call　for　what　they　chose。　　They　had　two　new
  dresses　every　dayone　to　ride　out　in　the　open　carriage；　and
  another　to　appear　in　the　gardens　of　the　Castle　of　the　Island　of
  Fogo；　which　were　illuminated　every　night　like　Voxhall。　　The　young
  noblemen　of　France　were　there　ready　to　dance　with　them；　and　festif
  suppers　concludid　the　jawyus　night。
  Thus　they　lived　in　ellygant　ratirement　until　Missfortune　bust　upon
  this　happy　fammaly。　　Etached　to　his　Princes　and　abommanating　the
  ojus　Lewyphlip；　the　Marcus　was　conspiring　for　the　benefick　of　the
  helder　branch　of　the　Borebonesand　what　was　the　consquince？One
  night　a　fleat　presented　itself　round　the　Castle　of　the　Island　of
  Fogoand　skewering　only　a　couple　of　chests　of　jewils；　the　Marcus
  and　the　two　young　ladies　in　disgyise；　fled　from　that　island　of
  bliss。　　And　whither　fled　they？To　England！England　the　ome　of　the
  brave；　the　refuge　of　the　world；　where　the　pore　slave　never　setts
  his　foot　but　he　is　free！
  Such　was　the　ramantic　tail　which　was　told　to　2　friends　of　ours　by
  the　Marcus　de　Viddlers　himself；　whose　daughters；　walking　with　their
  page　from　Ungerford　Market　（where　they　had　been　to　purchis　a　paper
  of　srimps　for　the　umble　supper　of　their　noble　father）；　Yardham　and
  his　equaintnce；　Munseer　Jools；　had　remarked　and　admired。
  But　how　had　those　two　young　Erows　become　equainted　with　the　noble
  Marcus？That　is　a　mistry　we　must　elucydate　in　a　futur　vollam。
  THE　STAR