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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