been possible enough, had not income decreased, and enemies unexpectedly started up. After the first exclamations of "Gude guide us!" "Eh sirs!" "Did ony body ever hear the like o' that?" and so forth, the once kind neighbours began to take the old laird's part, indicating their decided opinions that Miss Jessy had done a "rash ack," and that" tailor Jock" deserved to be sent to Botany Bay for encouraging her. As for the old laird himself, he had sworn to mutilate or assassinate Jock at the first convenient opportunity. Under circumstances like these, a "fine gentleman" would probably have despaired; but in our young hero's estimation, the difficulties were only an increased spur to industry; and feeling strong in his own powers of exertion wherever a fair field was open, he and Jessy one fine morning placed themselves on board ship, and sailed for London.

The step was a lottery chance, but it proved successful. The captain of the smack admired the courage and spirit exhibited by our ci-devante Miss Jessy. Being well acquainted with "Babylon the Great," he smoothed many difficulties which would otherwise have been overpowering to friendless strangers at the outset. “Jock" directly found employment at the house of a brother Scot in affluent circumstances, who then stood in need of a foreman. From commencement to close, this connexion was propitious. Jock proved himself professionally clever and industrious, and these qualities were surpassed in him only by his inflexible steadiness. He had soon discovered the grand point on which successful industry depends, namely, to make the exertion of that industry one's principal enjoyment; also to find more pleasure in foregoing a useless expense than in giving way to it. His wife had good sense enough to comprehend her own situation thoroughly, therefore concurred in all the tailor's views. The rest may easily be foreseen. From being a foreman, Jock soon rose to the dignity of a master, having a large house and establishment of his own.

He felt proud when he carried his first spare 500l. to deposit in the three per cents., where it afterwards grew undisturbed till it

produced 1000l. Step by step, but regularly, he and his wife progressed up hill. Their march was toilsome, no doubt, but cheered by the conviction that they were encountering no reverses. Ile had a long and prosperous life, and died wealthy.

A son, whom he had educated in his own habits of economy, followed for some time in the father's track. But the son having become chef of the most fashionable establishment at the west end, and having formed a marriage connexion which gave him great increase of capital, gradually enlarged his plans. To the surprise of many, he gave his sons and daughters the education of gentlemen and ladies. But he had his own special views of so doing. The haughty old laird had died unreconciled to his runaway daughter. His immediate successor, and those others who still remained of the ancient race of Kilspindock, were said to be equally proud. The tailor had formed his own schemes for reading them a lesson; and for this the tide of events at last brought him about a noble opportunity. An estate actually adjoining to the lands. of Kilpinsdock fell into the market, and it was predicted that it might be had for a low price. On this estate was situated the hamlet of Clochabers, wherein his honoured parent had been born, and first exercised his trade. A day was fixed by the newspapers for the sale of the property by auction. The fashionable tailor arrayed himself in one of his own elegant surtouts, stepped into the mail, attended the sale, and, there being little or no competition, easily clenched a bargain. After about five years more, having by that time greatly improved the house and grounds, and feeling that he could retire with dignity, he wound up his affairs in London, removed his amiable family to Scotland, and took possession.

In trifles may be found strong indications of character. The tailor's equipage was of course in the newest London mode, but it was plain and unostentatious. Instead of armorial bearings, he sported only the plainest of shields (no mantling), with a simple cipher. His daughters, of course, wore the most fashionable London dresses, but they sported no glaring varieties of colour, no flaunting fur

belows, ribands, and laces,-in a word, shewed the simplicity of Quakerism without the gaucherie. His own manners and those of his wife were calm, respectable, quiet, and unobtrusive. Still, the tailor, it is true, could not be quite sunk; and the neighbouring gentry, though polite, were shy; they evinced the forms, but not the cordiality, of good neighbourhood. But the tailor cared not a button for them. He had effected his own plans, and had his own resources. In the mornings, instead of taking the pattern-book, and going about among first-rate customers, he took his fowling-piece, and went among the grouse and partridges. When the shooting season had passed, or when the weather lowered, he became more intent upon his farming accounts, and studied works on agriculture, with a view to the introduction of new modes of farming in Scotland, as to which, with the help of an English bailiff, he did in some measure succeed, greatly to the wonder and edification of his neighbours. But a contested election came, and the tailor commanded three votes. He was somebody then, and both candidates were equally ready to "sink the tailor."

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only did he vote for the successful aspirant; but, on his own health being proposed after dinner, he made a speech, and such a speech! It was, indeed, worthy of being remembered, -abounding as it did in good and cordial feelings,-unpretending, modest, sensible, witty, humorous! This clenched matters in his favour; and henceforth, with one accord, his neighbours determined to "sink the tailor." But is this all? No; as years rolled on, there came greater changes. The proud race of Kilspindock declined more and more into insignificance, till at length, on the demise of that laird who had succeeded to him of the laced coats and haughty temper, our friend the eloquent tailor was found by the deed

of entail to be heir-at-law to the whole landed property. He, however, never did, and never would, take possession of Kilspindock Castle as a place of residence, but made it over to his eldest son, a promising student, educated at Cambridge for the English bar, and who shortly afterwards married a young lady of good rank in Scotland. So much for the annals of foolish pride and wise industry!

Talk against tailors, indeed! We intended only eight pages, and shall keep within the measure. But let those whose tongues are most nimble against the craft- let them, we say, before they utter another wordonly try whether they can emulate, or even in a remote manner imitate, the tailor's acquirements and virtues! For example, let the scoffer endeavour to stitch two or three buttons on an old coat, or mend a button-hole. How he will fret, fume, and toil over the work which to the vigilant and long-suffering tailor has at length become a mere matter of pastime! How will his threads entangle, his knots disentangle, his needles break, and wound his own bungling hands; and after all, when forsooth the job is supposed to be finished, the coat, within an hour's wear, proves in a worse predicament than before! If so, if even the merest and most superficial trifle is to the uninitiated thus laborious, what must be the intricate, fathomless, incomprehensible seams of an entire new coat! And yet, with what miraculous combination of imperturbable patience and juggler-like vivacity is this work performed by the tailor! How he must have resisted and tamed down the worst frailties of human nature, its restlessness, variableness, and obstinacy, before he could possibly arrive at this perfection of art! Verily, the good tailor is a wonderful character. He is a philosopher and practical moralist of the highest grade.

write my Impressions de Voyage as well as Alexander Dumas. To publish the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, in a French journal, concerning the grand affair in which our ship's company has been engaged, would have the effect of keeping me a simple sailor all my life; therefore I consign this my log-book to my brother tar Tom, whose acquaintance I made afloat, and he may, if he pleases, publish it in The Times of London, which the Sentinelle de la Marine says has done more for the English naval service than all the journals, great and small, in France for our navy.

At the end of June every thing was ready for our departure. Our captain (God bless him!) did not delay us. On the 2d of July he had left Paris, and on the 6th he had arrived at Toulon. In a few minutes after his arrival, his royal highness was aboard. The moment our captain put foot on the quarterdeck, he launched forth into praises of our activity, zeal, &c. This noble and right royal fellow owed us these compliments at the least. On hearing the pleasing words fall out of the corner of his royal mouth, we flung up our castors high in air, and raised such a shout, Diantre! as frightened all the tunnies into the Bay of Ciotat.

In a minute or so, the captain was between decks. He longed to see the chapelle ardente covered over with black velvet embroidered with silver. There he found the imperial cenotaph with two figures representing History and Justice, the decoration of the Legion of Honour, and a figure representing Religion; at the angles were four eagles, and at the base the imperial crown. Our ship's crew expected to see all the old and faithful servants of the emperor. We hoped, nay believed, that in so sacred a mission favour and favourites would be alike overlooked.

There came on board, indeed, old and trusty friends of the "Grande Homme;" so far all was well; but there also came certain courtly folks, to whom the smell of pitch and tar was a pure abomination. "Out on these fiddle-faddle muscadins!" said I

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grimaces, though I like not a bone in the skin that holds them."

I have already told you, Tom, who was our captain. Our first-lieutenant was M. Charner, capitaine de corvette. Charner is still a young man, but he is the right sort of timber, without knot or splinter. He has both head and heart, and counts already honourable services. The aide-de-camp of the Prince was M. Hernoux, capitaine de vaisseau, and deputy. Touching this biped, mum's the word. He's an officer, Tom-I'm only a sailor, and I hope I know my duty. The Prince was also accompanied by l'Enseigne Touchard, as officier d'ordonnance. M. de Rohan Chabot, a very young man- I had almost said a child-appeared as commissary charged by the king to preside at the exhumation and translation of the body. Such a choice undoubtedly excited more murmurs than smiles aboard, but none of our crew had a voice in his majesty's councils, and all the world said it was right and proper.

And now to the better side of the picture. We had also with us the Baron Las Cases, Lieutenant-General Baron Gourgaud, Lieutenant-General Bertrand, with M. Arthur Bertrand his son, all companions of the emperor's exile.

These worthy men were received by the ship's company with respectful sympathy. We also recognised with pleasure four old servants of the emperor-St. Denis and Noverrat, valets de chambre; Pierron, officier de bouche; and Archambault, piqueur. M. L'Abbé Felix Coquereau, a comely and very fat-faced priest, was the ship's chaplain. We were led to hope that the Comte de las Cases, the venerable author of the book which all who know how to read have already read, would also be of our party; but we heard his son explain, that age and infirmities prevented his parent from fulfilling the wish nearest to his heart.

The moment the Abbé Felix Coquereau laid hold of the cable d'abordage I saw, that like your humble servant, he had read the maritime romances of M. Eugene

The oily man of God brushed

had a mind to break its euphonous uniformity with a few Gallic G

d-s.

I have no touch of the saint in me, my dear Tom, as you well know, but I love all the cloth as a part and parcel of the remembrances which recall my infancy, my native village, and my poor old mother.

Neither M. Felix Coquereau, nor his allocution, recalled any of these pleasing recollections. The mixture of seminaristic modesty and nautical devil-may-care-ishness which his portly person perfectly typified almost caused me to laugh outright. As it was, I put my tongue in my cheek; but my more indiscreet companions laughed outright sailorly, and the fat young priest became the object of scrutiny and inquiry on the orlop deck. Every one asked who he was, whence he came? At length we learned that his sacerdotal campaign was limited to a dozen sermons preached at Cherbourg. We learned that the respectable and moral ministry of Thiers was opposed to the nomination of the abbé, but that powerful petticoat influence had carried the day at last. These details excited the very equivocal interest attached to this priest. For myself, I thought the man self-sufficient and theatrical. He had the apostolic air to a T; but then he also had a fine leg and foot, and a silk stocking which fitted him to admiration. Ah! mon cher Tom, les charmans mollets et les bas de soie noire si supérieurement tirés !

Some there are who will ask what silk stockings and a fine calf had to do with so solemn a ceremony; but you shall see by and by that these well-made stockings, fitting like a glove, and this superb sacerdotal calf, were not without their uses.

A simple sailor like me--and such you know I am- had opportunities of approaching the servants of the emperor only. Tu Dieu! what a fine set of fellows! What noble bearing, what affability and politeness they evinced towards our ship's company! How different from the well-fed varlets of bankers and agens du Change! "Tel maitre, tel valet," is an old proverb. These fellows felt and knew whom they had served; they smelt of Marengo and Austerlitz, and not of the Exchange and the Caisse.

The corvette La Favorite set sail with us, commanded by Capt. Guyet. A word as to this worthy and excellent officer. The sailor who knows how to write may not say what he thinks of indifferent officers; but, on the other hand, he is free to speak as he lists of such as he thinks good sailors. Captain Guyet is the father of his crew. Amidst them he appears, as it were, in the bosom of his family. Invested with such authority, there are few in any country who exercise it so mildly as he does.

Guyet, parbleu, is always on his quarterdeck. He is not the man to dally and dangle about the antichambers of the little great, and he is therefore aide-de-camp to neither king nor prince.

The valet-de-chambre of the emperor, Marchand, of whom he said in his last will, "The services which he rendered me were those of a friend," embarked on board the Favorite. It was easy to see that this worthy fellow deserved all that his master had said of him. From Toulon to St. Helena, and from St. Helena to Cherbourg, he never once forgot himself. He continued, as he began, simple, modest, affable, and obliging.

At half-past seven o'clock, on the 7th of July, the weather being beautiful, we set sail for St. Helena. The country presented, as far as the eye could reach, a curious and imposing spectacle. The coast, which assumes the form of a vast amphitheatre covered with olive, vine, and fig-trees, intermingling with bristling batteries and forts, seemed too narrow and confined to contain the immense mass of living beings assembled from the adjacent communes to witness our departure. Oh, inevitable destiny! It was on the very spot where the hero first gained his laurels that this multitude pressed to witness our departure to collect all that remained of his merely mortal body. Then there rose to heaven from the grey and parched heights of La Malgue tens of thousands of aspirations for our safe arrival and speedy return, from the very spot on which the hero stood while he pointed successfully his cannon. One hundred thousand voices swelled the diapason of prayer and praise; for we were the deputies sent by France, aided by the people of England, to wash out a