long divested of all restraint towards his friend, said accidentally to him, in the course of the game, 'That was a d--d lie you told then ;' which Colonel A. merely contented himself with denying, and continued to play on. Soon, however, he perceived the whisper creeping round among some men of honour,' who had been observing their play. What!' he heard one of them say, can he really submit to that!' 'I should think it impossible,' said another. Till, at last, worked up to a pitch of madness, and forgetful of every tie of more than fraternal affection, he sprang up, and flinging a pawn in his friend's face, exclaimed, You have given me the lie, but it shall not be with impunity;-draw and defend yourself!'

Captain B., happily remaining unruffled, rose from his seat; but, instead of preparing to shed his friend's blood, clasped him in his arms, and then turning to the bystanders, exclaimed, No! gentlemen! never will I put on the savage at your suggestion. My friend will forgive me an offence which you alone have made such; and I forgive him the heat which you have kindled in his bosom. But let me discover that one of you dares harbour a sentiment derogatory to my honour, and he will, I trust, quickly perceive that my sword is not unable to discharge its office.' All were silent. The friends renewed their embraces, and confirmed, with tears, their perfect reconciliation."

I am unable, I have said, to vouch for the matter of fact of the above story; but I can attest the truth of what once happened to myself, in going in the mailcoach from Yarmouth to London.

Still,

A sailor, from the fleet then lying in Yarmouth Roads, was my sole companion. He appeared to be between twenty and twenty-five years of age, with a disagreeable physiognomy, and altogether of no very gentlemanly appearance. looking at his dress, which indicated that he bore some commission, I was willing to divest myself of prejudice, and entered freely into conversation with him about naval affairs in general, and the fleet in the roads in particular. This did very well for some time, our tete-à-tete seeming to proceed with equal propriety on both sides. But, unfortunately, my companion, in addition to his other side-arms, was provided with that variety of pistol which is peculiar to the pocket; and to this he frequently applied his own lips, as frequently begging that I would also take a sip. This I invariably declined doing; so that he had the whole contents of the bottle to himself; the effect of which, after a while, began to show itself in various disgusting ways, insomuch that at the end of the second or third stage, thinking that he might possibly belong, of right, to an outside seat, I made inquiries, and, finding such to be the case, desired the guard to give him notice to quit the interior of the coach, which

he did accordingly, to my immediate very great relief, and to the no very remote danger of my life.

I think it was at Thetford, about the middle of the night, when, as I was warming myself by the parlour fire, whilst the horses were changing, my gentleman of a sudden presented himself with a pistol in each hand, and demanded instant satisfaction. "Here,” he said, "are two loaded pistols; and in this room that satisfaction which, as a gentleman whose feelings you have outraged, I have a right to demand, shall be made me forthwith." He was still fierce from what he had been drinking, and looked like a demon. But being myself tolerably composed, and at least in my sober senses, I was fortunately able to hold him in parley till a respite arrived. I suggested that, upon occasions of this sort, it was usual for gentlemen to be provided with seconds, and that, immediately on getting to town, I would set about making the customary arrangements to that effect, &c. But all this he was disposed to treat as mere moonshine. London, he said, is a d-d large place; so take this pistol instantly, which he was in the act of forcing upon me, when, "Gracias Dio," the guard opened the parlourdoor, and summoned us to the coach. At this his arm dropped, and, after some explanatory conversation between the guard and myself, essential, as I conceived, to my protection, he was led back to his place on the outside; whilst I took care to keep aloof from

parlour-fires during the remainder of our journey. On our arrival in town, I procured a hackney-coach as soon as I was able, and so escaped unhurt from my formidable and enraged fellow traveller (whom I met in the street a few days after, but we passed each other as perfect strangers), and I was therefore saved the trouble of a visit to a police-office, for which, in case of emergency, I was fully prepared.

Before I quit a subject in which, it will be seen from the foregoing adventure, I have some reason for taking a personal interest, it may not be uninteresting to others to record a fatal duel, said to have occurred at Paris, at a period when human life was certainly at a low estimate there. The story of the duel was brought to Göttingen in the winter of 1799, by Doctor Boutatz, of Moscow, who had just then come from the scene of action. The circumstances, as narrated by him, were as nearly as possible the following, which I have gingled into rhyme.

Of old, when Clovis ruled the land,
Or good King Pippin had command,
The Errant Knights, in armour bright,
Were ever ready for the fight
Which injured virtue bad them wage.
("Tis written in the historic page.)

Yes! every Knight was pledged to espouse
The gallant cause of broken vows,
And Nations, with admiring eye,
Referred to France for courtesy.

But Chivalry, as Burke has said,
May now be numbered with the dead.
Still would you know her hopeful heir,
Honour yclep'd, to France repair.

Two men of honour, t'other day,
In Paris met at one Cafè,

Where each took supper to his mind, Or as his pocket, perhaps, was lined. But one of them, in jeering mood, Laughed at the other for his food: "Your supper, Sir, was wondrous bad "A worse, I think, could scarce be had. "Duke Humphrey and his friends to-night "Have made as good a supper quite."

And pray, Sir, what is it to you Whatever I may choose to do? "Nay, Sir, be cool; I merely say "I would have thrown such trash away." Sir! I can't tell what you call feeding; But I know, Sir, what I call breeding; And if you spare not your advice,

You shall be made to, in a trice.

"Aye, Aye, the matter's clear enough, "You sup upon such wretched stuff, "That now you can't with patience bear "The truth, and nothing more, to hear." Sir! you are too-too-bad-I vow, Nor will I your remarks allow; But if you like the smell of powder, Straight he exclaim'd in accents louder, Meet me to-morrow, and prepare Your stomach for some other fare.

And here let it suffice to say

In that same wood they met next day,