commenced a wrong train of reasoning:

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rage and truth are necessary to the maintenance of his professional character; deprive him of either, and he is rendered unfit for his situation. The laws of the service and the country, it is true, condemn duelling; but men, custom, and society, hold these laws so cheap, that the person who refuses to fight a duel is scouted. What are such laws then, when not supported by the opinion of society? mere wordstherefore, I am obliged to fight."

Thus, though Morland condemned resenting the more aggravated cases of insult and injury, he, like many others, deceived himself by false arguments, making his own case an exception; and, as a last miserable argumentative subterfuge, had recourse to the beautiful, but often abused and misapplied sentiment,

"Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;

"Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name,

Robs me of that which not enriches him,

And makes me poor indeed."

This finished the contemplation of the harassing subject, and a rap at the door announced Captain Rochdale with "those levellers of all odds"-the pistols, and leaves us only to exclaim," Poor human nature!"

CHAPTER XVIII.

Bigoted to this idol, we disclaim

Rest, health, and ease, for nothing but a name.

РОРЕ.

THE morning had dawned, the air was clear, still, and balmy, and there was a ruddy freshness on the cheek of the labourers, as they pursued their way to their daily occupations, in that most beautiful of London pleasure-grounds, the Regent's Park.

The scene was yet uninterrupted by the gay, but idle multitude, which flock to the cockney mountain as the day advances. The nearer outlines of the great metropolis, free from smoke, could be distinctly traced, and the city seemed still buried in repose. The mist, hang

ing over the distant hills, gave a soft and tranquil hue to the landscape, corresponding well with the solemn silence that now reigned over a spot containing, perhaps, more dead and living inhabitants than any other capital in the world. There was much in this silence. As the chaise in which Morland and his friend were seated rattled through the streets, now deserted by all but dogs and watchmen, feelings of compunetion occasionally entered the mind of our hero, as he recollected the unfortunate affair he was engaged in, and glanced at the instruments of death which lay beside him.

Arrived near the foot of the hill, they left the vehicle to the charge of the coachman, who, though shrewdly suspecting their purpose, remained a quiet spectator, it being a maxim with him "never to spoil sport."

They presently reached the summit of the rising ground, from whence they perceived three persons approaching hastily through the fresh and dripping grass, towards the appointed spot.

As they came near, Lord Frederick and Mr. Brandenburg were recognized, the latter gentleman pulling out his watch, and saying "Punctual to a minute! no shycock!-ask his second, Frederick, if his friend still determines not to apologize for the push he gave me last night." Lord Frederick immediately walked towards Captain Rochdale, and demanded to know if Captain Dunstanville still persevered in his obstinacy not to make an apology.

"My friend's opinions,” replied Rochdale, "are not liable to sudden changes his sentiments are the same as last night; and if my notion on the subject is worth any thing, I tell you candidly, I think Mr. Brandenburg deserved more than he received. There," continued the unaccommodating captain, “tis level to the East and West: the sun is napping, and there is no advantage in light: which side do you choose for Mr. Brandenburg? measure the ground and we shall be content."

His Lordship now stepped out twelve very