say to me, in one word, what is thy business with me, and what hopes have drawn thee hither?" "The hope of bettering myself, to be sure," answered Lambourne, 66 as the old woman said when she leapt over the bridge at Kingston. Look you, this purse has all that is left of as round a sum as a man would wish to carry in his slop-pouch. You are here well established, it would seem, and, as I think, well befriended, for men talk of thy being under some special protection-nay, stare not like a pig that is stuck, mon, thou canst not dance in a net and they not see thee? Now I know such protection is not purchased for nought; you must have services to render for it, and in these I propose to help thee." "But how if I lack no assistance from thee, Mike? I think thy modesty might suppose that were a case possible.” "That is to say, retorted Lambourne, "that you would engross the whole work, rather than divide the reward—but be not over-greedy, Anthony. Covetousness bursts the sack and spills the grain. Look you, when the huntsman goes to kill a stag, he takes with him more dogs than one-He has the stanch lyme-hound to track the wounded buck over hill and dale, but he hath also the fleet. gaze-hound to kill him at view. Thou art the lymehound, I am the gaze-hound, and thy patron will need the aid of both, and can well afford to requite it. Thou hast deep sagacity-an unrelenting purpose-a steady longbreathed malignity of nature, that surpasses mine. But then, I am the bolder, the quicker, the more ready, both at action and expedient. Separate, our properties are not so perfect; but unite them, and we drive the world before us. How say'st thou shall we hunt in couples ?" "It is a currish proposal thus to thrust thyself upon my private matters," replied Foster ; "but thou wert. ever an ill-nurtured whelp." “You shall have no cause to say so, unless you spurn my courtesy," said Michael Lambourne ; " but if so, keep thee well from me, sir knight, as the romance has it. I will either share your counsels or traverse them; 4*. VOL. I. for I have come here to be busy, either with thee or against thee." "Well," said Anthony Foster, "since thou dost leave me so fair a choice, I will rather be thy friend than thine enemy. Thou art right, I can prefer thee to the service of a patron, who has enough of means to make us both, and an hundred more. And, to say truth, thou art well qualified for his service. Boldness and dexterity he demands the justice-books bear witness in thy favour; no starting at scruples in his service-why, who ever suspected thee of a conscience ?—an assurance he must have, who would follow a courtier-and thy brow is as impenetrable as a Milan visor. There is but one thing I would fain see amended in thee." "And what is that, my most precious friend Anthony?" replied Lambourne ; "for I swear by the pillow of the Seven Sleepers, I will not be slothful in amending it.” ter. 66 Why you gave a sample of it even now," said Fos"Your speech twangs too much of the old stamp, and you garnish it ever and anon with singular oaths, that savour of Papistrie. Besides your exterior man is altogether too deboshed and irregular to become one of his Lordship's followers, since he has a reputation to keep up in the eye of the world. You must somewhat reform your dress, upon a more grave and composed fashion; wear your cloak on both shoulders, and your falling band unrumpled and well starched-You must enlarge the brim of your beaver, and diminish the superfluity of your trunk-hose go to church, or, which will be better, to meeting, at least once a month-protest only upon your faith and conscience-lay aside your swashing look, and never touch the hilt of your sword, but when you would draw the carnal weapon in good earnest." "By this light, Anthony, thou art mad," answered Lambourne," and hast described rather the gentlemanusher to a puritan's wife, than the follower of an ambitious courtier! Yes, such a thing as thou would'st make of me, should wear a book at his girdle instead of a poniard, and might just be suspected of manhood enough to squire a proud dame-citizen to the lecture at Saint Antonlin's, and quarrel in her cause with any flat-cap'd thread-maker that would take the wall of her. He must ruffle it in another sort that would walk to court in a nobleman's train." 66 O, content you, sir," replied Foster, "there is a change since you knew the English world; and there are those who can hold their way through the boldest courses, and the most secret, and yet never a swaggering word, or an oath, or a profane word, in their conversation.' وو "That is to say," replied Lambourne," they are in a trading copartnery, to do the devil's business without mentioning his name in the firm ?-Well, I will do my best to counterfeit, rather than lose ground in this new world, since thou sayest it is grown so precise. But, Anthony, what is the name of this nobleman, in whose service I am to turn hypocrite?" "Aha! Master Michael, are you there with your bears?" said Foster, with a grim smile;" and is this the knowledge you pretend of my concernments ?-How know you now there is such a person in rerum natura, and that I have not been putting a jape upon you all this time ?' "Thou put a jape on me, thou sodden-brained gull?" answered Lambourne, nothing daunted; "why, dark and muddy as thou think'st thyself, I would engage in a day's space to see as clear through thee and thy concernments, as thou call'st them, as through the filthy horn of an old stable lantern." At this moment their conversation was interrupted by *a scream from the next apartment. 66 By the holy cross of Abingdon !" exclaimed Anthony Foster, forgetting his protestantism in his alarm. "I am a ruined man!" 66 So saying, he rushed into the apartment whence the scream issued, followed by Michael Lambourne. But to account for the sounds which interrupted their conversation, it is necessary to recede a little way in our narrative. It has been already observed, that when Lambourne accompanied Foster into the library, they left Tressilian alone in the ancient parlour. His dark eye followed them forth of the apartment with a glance of contempt, a part of which his mind instantly transferred to himself, for having stooped to be even for a moment their familiar companion. "These are the associates, Amy,"-it was thus he communed with himself,-" to which thy cruel levity-thine unthinking and most unmerited falsehood, has condemned him, of whom his friends once hoped far other things, and who now scorns himself as he will be scorned by others, for the baseness he stoops to for the love of thee ! But I will not leave the pursuit of thee, once the object of my purest and most devoted affection, though to me thou canst henceforth be nothing but a thing to weep over-I will save thee from thy betrayer, and from thyself-I will restore thee to thy parent-to thy God. I cannot bid the bright star again sparkle in the sphere it has shot from, but”. A slight noise in the apartment interrupted his reverie; he looked round, and in the beautiful and richly-attired female who entered at that instant by a side-door, he recognized the object of his search. The first impulse arising from this discovery, urged him to conceal his face with the collar of his cloak, until he should find a favourable moment of making himself known. But his purpose was disconcerted by the young lady, (she was not above eighteen years old) who ran joyfully towards him, and, pulling him by the cloak, said playfully, Nay, my sweet friend, after I have waited for you so long, you come not to my bower to play the masker-You are arraigned of treason to true love and fond affection; and you must stand up at the bar, and answer it with face uncovered-how say you, guilty or not?" 66 "Alas, Amy!" said Tressilian, in a low and melancholy tone, as he suffered her to draw the mantle from his face. The sound of his voice, and still more the unexpected sight of his face, changed in an instant the lady's playful mood-she staggered back, turned as pale as death, and put her hands before her face. Tressilian was himself for a moment much overcome, but seeming su denly to remember the necessity of using an opportunity which might not again occur, he said in a low tone, "Amy, fear me not." "Why should I fear you?" said the lady, withdrawing her hands from her beautiful face, which was now covered with crimson," why should I fear you, Mr. Tressilian? or wherefore have you intruded yourself into my dwelling, uninvited, sir, and unwished for ?" "Your dwelling, Amy!" said Tressilian. "Alas! is a prison your dwelling?—a prison, guarded by one of the most sordid of men, but not a greater wretch than his employer!" "This house is mine," said Amy, "mine while I choose to inhabit it-If it is my pleasure to live in seclusion, who shall gainsay me?" "Your father, maiden," answered Tressilian, " your broken-hearted father; who despatched me in quest of you with that authority which he cannot exert in person. Here is his letter, written while he blessed his pain of body which somewhat stunned the agony of his mind." "The pain!-is my father then ill ?" said the lady. "So ill," answered Tressilian, "that even your utmost haste may not restore him to health; but all shall be instantly prepared for your departure, the instant you yourself will give consent." "Tressilian," answered the lady, "I cannot, I must not, I dare not leave this place. Go back to my fathertell him I will obtain leave to see him within twelve hours from hence. Go back, Tressilian-tell him I am well, I am happy-happy could I think he was so-tell him not to fear that I will come, and in such a manner that all the grief Amy has given him shall be forgotten-the poor Amy is now greater than she dare name.-Go, good Tressilian-I have injured thee too, but believe me I have power to heal the wounds I have caused-I robbed you of a childish heart, which was not worthy of you, and I the loss with honours and advancement." "Do this to me, Amy !-Do offer me payou geants of idle ambition, for the quiet peace you have can repay |