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engaged was showy and commodious. He added largely to his wardrobe-his dressing-case his trinket-box. Nor, be it here observed, was Mr Losely one of those beauish brigands who wear tawdry scarfs over soiled linen, and paste rings upon unwashed digitals. To do him justice, the man, so stony-hearted to others, loved and cherished his own person with exquisite tenderness, lavished upon it delicate attentions, and gave to it the very best he could afford. He was no coarse debauchee, smelling of bad cigars and ardent spirits. Cigars, indeed, were not among his vices (at worst the rare peccadillo of a cigarette) — spiritdrinking was; but the monster's digestion was still so strong, that he could have drunk out a gin palace, and you would only have sniffed the jasmine or heliotrope on the dainty cambric that wiped the last drop from his lips. Had his soul been a tenth part as clean as the form that belied it, Jasper Losely had been a saint! His apartments secured, his appearance thus revised and embellished, Jasper's next care was an equipage in keeping; he hired a smart cabriolet with a high-stepping horse, and, to go behind it, a groom whose size had been stunted in infancy by provident parents designing him to earn his bread in the stables as a light-weight, and therefore mingling his mother's milk with heavy liquors. In short, Jasper Losely set up to be a buck about town; in that capacity Dolly Poole introduced him to several young gentlemen who combined commercial vocations with sporting tastes; they could not but participate in Poole's admiring and somewhat envious respect for Jasper Losely. There was indeed about the vigorous miscreant a great deal of false brilliancy. Deteriorated from earlier youth though the beauty of his countenance might be, it was still undeniably handsome; and as force of muscle is beauty in itself in the eyes of young sporting men, so Jasper dazzled many a gracilis puer, who had the ambition to become an athlete, with the rare personal strength which, as if in the exuberance of animal spirits, he would sometimes condescend to display, by feats that astonished the curious and fright

ened the timid-such as bending a poker or horseshoe between hands elegantly white nor unadorned with rings-or lifting the weight of Samuel Dolly by the waistband, and holding him at arm's-length, with a playful bet of ten to one that he could stand by the fireplace and pitch the said Samuel Dolly out of the open window. To know so strong a man, so fine an animal, was something to boast of! Then, too, if Jasper had a false brilliancy, he had also a false bonhommie; it was true that he was somewhat imperious, swaggering, bullying- but he was also off-hand and jocund; and as you knew him, that sidelong look, that defying gait (look and gait of the man whom the world cuts), wore away. In fact, he had got into a world which did not cut him, and his exterior was improved by the atmosphere.

Mr Losely professed to dislike general society. Drawing-rooms were insipid; clubs full of old fogies. "I am for life, my boys," said Mr Losely,

"Can sorrow from the goblet flow,

Or pain from Beauty's eye?'" Mr Losely, therefore, his hat on one side, lounged into the saloons of theatres, accompanied by a cohort of juvenile admirers, their hats on one side also, and returned to the pleasantest little suppers in his own apartment. There "the goblet" flowed-and after the goblet, cigars for some, and a rubber for all.

So puissant Losely's vitality, and so blest by the stars his luck, that his form seemed to wax stronger and his purse fuller by this "life." No wonder he was all for a life of that kind; but the slight beings who tried to keep up with him, grew thinner and thinner, and poorer and poorer; a few weeks made their cheeks spectral and their pockets a dismal void. Then as some dropped off from sheer inanition, others whom they had decoyed by their praises of "Life" and its hero, came into the magic circle to fade and vanish in their turn.

In a space of time incredibly brief, not a whist-player was left upon the field; the victorious Losely had trumped out the last! Some few whom Nature had endowed more

liberally than Fortune, still retained strength enough to sup-if asked; "But none who came to sup remained to play."

Plague on it," said Losely to Poole, as one afternoon they were dividing the final spoils. Your friends are mightily soon cleaned out; could not even get up double dummy last night; and we must hit on some new plan for replenishing the coffers! You have rich relations; can't I help you to make them more useful?"

Said Dolly Poole, who was looking exceedingly bilious, and had become a martyr to chronic headache, "My relations are prigs! Some of them give me the cold shoulder, others-a great deal of jaw. But as for tin, I might as well scrape a flint for it. My uncle Sam is more anxious about my sins than the other codgers, because he is my godfather, and responsible for my sins, I suppose; and he says he will put me in the way of being respectable. My head's splitting

66 Wood does split till it is seasoned," answered Losely. "Good fellow, uncle Sam ! He'll put you in the way of tin; nothing else makes a man respectable."

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Yes so he says; a girl with money-"

"A wife-tin canister! Introduce me to her, and she shall be tied to you."

Samuel Dolly did not appear to relish the idea of such an introduction. "I have not been introduced to her myself," said he. "But if you advise me to be spliced, why don't you get spliced yourself?- a handsome fellow like you can be at no loss for an heiress.'

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Heiresses are the most horrid cheats in the world," said Losely "there is always some father, or uncle, or fusty Lord Chancellor whose consent is essential, and not to be had. Heiresses in scores have been over head and ears in love with me. Before I left Paris, I sold their locks of hair to a wig-maker-three great trunksful. Honour bright. But there were only two whom I could have safely allowed to run away with me; and they were so closely watched, poor things, that I was forced to leave them to their fate

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graves! Don't talk to me of heiresses, Dolly, I have been the victim of heiresses. But a rich widow is an estimable creature. Against widows, if rich, I have not a word to say; and to tell you the truth, there is a widow whom I suspect I have fascinated, and whose connection I have a particular private reason for deeming desirable! She has a whelp of a son, who is a spoke in my wheel were I his father-in-law, would not I be a spoke in his? I'd teach the boy 'life, Dolly." Here all trace of beauty vanished from Jasper's face, and Poole, staring at him, pushed away his chair. "But,"-continued Losely, regaining his more usual expression of levity and boldness—“But I am not yet quite sure what the widow has, besides her son, in her own possession; we shall see. Meanwhile, is there-no chance of a rubber to-night?"

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None; unless you will let Brown and Smith play upon tick."


"Pooh! but there's Robinson, he has an aunt he can borrow from? "Robinson! spitting blood, with an attack of delirium tremens!—you have done for him."

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Can sorrow from the goblet flow?" said Losely. Well, I suppose it

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can-when a man has no coats to his stomach; but you and I, Dolly Poole, have stomachs thick as peajackets, and proof as gutta-percha."

Poole forced a ghastly smile, while Losely, gaily springing up, swept his share of booty into his pockets, slapped his comrade on the back, and said "Then, if the mountain will not come to Mahomet, Mahomet must go to the mountain! Hang whist, and up with rouge-et-noir! I have an infallible method of winning-only, it requires capital. You will club your cash with mine, and I'll play for both. Sup here to-night, and we'll go to the hell afterwards."

Samuel Dolly had the most perfect confidence in his friend's science in the art of gambling, and he did not, therefore, dissent from the proposal made. Jasper gave a fresh touch to his toilette, and stepped into his cabriolet. Poole cast on him a look of envy, and crawled to his lodgingtoo ill for his desk, and with a strong desire to take to his bed.


"Is there a heart that never loved,

Nor felt soft woman's sigh?"

If there be such a heart, it is not in the breast of a Pocket-Cannibal. Your true Maneater is usually of an amorous temperament: he can be indeed sufficiently fond of a lady to eat her up. Mr Losely makes the acquaintance of a widow. For farther particulars inquire within.

The dignified serenity of Gloucester Place, Portman Square, is agitated by the intrusion of a new inhabitant. A house in that favoured locality, which had for several months maintained "the solemn stillness and the dread repose" which appertain to dwellings that are to be let upon lease, unfurnished, suddenly started into that exuberant and aggressive life which irritates the nerves of its peaceful neighbours. The bills have been removed from the windows the walls have been cleaned down and pointed the street-door repainted a lively green-workmen have gone in and out. The observant ladies (single ones) in the house opposite, discover, by the help of a telescope, that the drawing-rooms have been new papered, canary-coloured ground-festoon borders, and that the mouldings of the shutters have been gilt. Gilt shutters! that looks ominous of an ostentatious and party-giving tenant. Then carts full of furniture have stopped at the door-carpets, tables, chairs, beds, wardrobes-all seemingly new, and in no inelegant taste, have been disgorged into the hall. It has been noticed, too, that every day a lady of slight figure and genteel habiliments has come, seemingly to inspect progress-evidently the new tenant. Sometimes she comes alone; sometimes with a darkeyed handsome lad, probably her son. Who can she be? what is she? what is her name? her history? has she a right to settle in Gloucester Place, Portman Square? The detective police of London is not peculiarly vigilant; but its defects are supplied by the voluntary efforts of unmarried ladies. The new-comer was a widow; her husband had been in the army; of good family; but a mauvais sujet; she had been left in straitened circumstances with an only son. It was

supposed that she had unexpectedly come into a fortune on the strength of which she had removed from Pimlico into Gloucester Place. At length-the preparations completed -one Monday afternoon the widow, accompanied by her son, came to settle. The next day a footman in genteel livery (brown and orange) appeared at the door. Then, for the rest of the week, the baker and butcher called regularly. On the following Sunday, the lady and her son appeared at church.

No reader will be at a loss to discover in the new tenant of No. Gloucester Place, the widowed mother of Lionel Haughton. The letter for that lady which Darrell had intrusted to his young cousin, had, in complimentary and cordial language, claimed the right to provide for her comfortable and honourable subsistence; and announced that, henceforth, £800 a-year would be placed quarterly to her account at Mr Darrell's banker, and that an additional sum of £1200 was already there deposited in her name, in order to enable her to furnish any residence to which she might be inclined to remove. Mrs Haughton, therewith, had removed to Gloucester Place.

She is seated by the window in her front drawing-room-surveying with proud though grateful heart the elegancies by which she is surrounded. A very winning countenance-lively eyes, that in themselves may be overquick and petulant; but their expression is chastened by a gentle kindly mouth. And over the whole face, the attitude, the air, even the dress itself, is diffused the unmistakable simplicity of a sincere, natural character. No doubt Mrs Haughton has her tempers, and her vanities, and her little harmless feminine weaknesses; but you could not help feeling

in her presence that you were with an affectionate, warm-hearted, honest, good woman. She might not have the refinements of tone and manner which stamp the high-bred gentlewoman of convention; she might evince the deficiencies of an imperfect third-rate education; but she was saved from vulgarity by a certain undefinable grace of person and music of voice --even when she said or did things that well-bred people do not say or do; and there was an engaging intelligence in those quick hazel eyes that made you sure that she was sensible, even when she uttered what was silly.

Mrs Haughton turned from the interior of the room to the open window. She is on the look-out for her son, who has gone to call on Colonel Morley, and who ought to be returned by this time. She begins to get a little fidgety-somewhat cross. While thus standing and thus watchful, there comes thundering down the street a high-stepping horse-bay, with white legs-it whirls on a cabriolet-blue, with vermilion wheels-two hands, in yellow kid gloves, are just seen under the hood. Mrs Haughton suddenly blushes and draws in her head. Too late! the cabriolet has stopped-a gentleman leans forward, takes off his hat, bows respectfully. "Dear, dear!" murmurs Mrs Haughton, "I do think he is going to call; some people are born to be tempted-my temptations have been immense! He is getting out-he knocks-I can't say, now, that I am not at home-very awk ward! I wish Lionel were here! What does he mean-neglecting his own mother, and leaving her a prey to tempters?"

While the footman is responding to the smart knock of the visitor, we will explain how Mrs Haughton had incurred that gentleman's acquaint


In one of her walks to her new house while it was in the hands of the decorators, her mind being much absorbed in the consideration whether her drawing-room curtains should be chintz or tabouret-just as she was crossing the street, she was all but run over by a gentleman's cabriolet. The horse was hard-mouthed, going at full speed. The driver pulled up

just in time; but the wheel grazed her dress, and though she ran back instinctively, yet, when she was safe on the pavement, the fright overpowered her nerves, and she clung to the street-post almost fainting. Two or three passers-by humanely gathered round her; and the driver, looking back, and muttering to himself "Not bad-looking-neatly dressedlady-like-French shawl-may have tin-worth while perhaps !"-gallantly descended and hastened to offer apologies, with a respectful hope that she was not injured.

Mrs Haughton answered somewhat tartly, but being one of those goodhearted women who, apt to be rude, are extremely sorry for it the moment afterwards, she wished to repair any hurt to his feelings occasioned by her first impulse; and, when, renewing his excuses, he offered his arm over the crossing, she did not like to refuse. On gaining the side of the way on which her house was situated, she had recovered sufficiently to blush for having accepted such familiar assistance from a perfect stranger, and somewhat to falter in returning thanks for his politeness.

Our gentleman, whose estimate of his attractions was not humble, ascribed the blushing cheek and faltering voice to the natural effect produced by his appearance; and he himself admiring very much a handsome bracelet on her wrist, which he deemed a favourable prognostic of "tin," he watched her to her door, and sent his groom in the course of the evening to make discreet inquiries in the neighbourhood. The result of the inquiries induced him to resolve upon prosecuting the acquaintance thus begun. He contrived to learn the hours at which Mrs Haughton usually visited the house, and to pass by Gloucester Place at the very nick of time. His bow was recognising, respectful, interrogative-a bow that asked "how much farther?" But Mrs Haughton's bow respondent seemed to declare "not at all!". The stranger did not adventure more that day; but a day or two afterwards he came again into Gloucester Place, on foot. On that occasion, Mrs Haughton was with her son, and the gentleman would not seem to perceive her.

The next day he returned; she was then alone, and just as she gained her door, he advanced-"I beg you ten thousand pardons, Madam; but if I am rightly informed, I have the honour to address Mrs Charles Haughton!" The lady bowed in surprise. "Ah, madam, your lamented husband was one of my most particular friends."

"You don't say so!" cried Mrs Haughton, and looking more attentively at the stranger. There was in his dress and appearance something that she thought very stylish-a particular friend of Charles Haughton's was sure to be stylish-to be a man of the first water. And she loved the poor Captain's memory-her heart warmed to any "particular friend of his."

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No, sir, but he wishes it very much."

"Mr Darrell, I think, could gratify that wish."

"What! you know Mr Darrell, that most excellent, generous man? All we have we owe to him."

The gentleman abruptly turned aside-wisely-for his expression of face at that praise might have startled Mrs Haughton. "Yes, I knew him once. He has had many a fee out of my family. Goodish lawyer-cleverish man-and rich as a Jew. I should like to see my old friend's son, ma'am. He must be monstrous handsome with such parents! !"

"Oh, sir, very like his father. I shall be proud to present him to you.” Ma'am, I thank you. I will have the honour to call-"

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And thus is explained how Jasper Losely has knocked at Mrs Haughton's door-has walked up her stairs

"Yes," resumed the gentleman, noting the advantage he had gained, "though I was considerably his junior, we were great cronies-excuse that familiar expression in the Hus--has seated himself in her drawingsars together

"The Captain was not in the Hussars, sir; he was in the Guards.”

"Of course he was; but I was saying in the Hussars, together with the Guards, there were some very fine fellows very fine-he was one of them. I could not resist paying my respects to the widowed lady of so fine a fellow. I know it is a liberty, ma'am, but 'tis my way. People who know me well-and I have a large acquaintance-are kind enough to excuse my way. And to think that villanous horse, which I had just bought out of Lord Bolton's stud(200 guineas, ma'am, and cheap)should have nearly taken the life of Charles Haughton's lovely relict. If anybody else had been driving that brute, I shudder to think what might have been the consequences; but I have a wrist of iron. Strength is a vulgar qualification-very vulgarbut when it saves a lady from perishing, how can one be ashamed of it? But I am detaining you. Your own house, Mrs Haughton?"

"Yes, sir, I have just taken it, but the workmen have not finished. I am not yet settled here."

"Charming situation! My friend left a son, I believe? In the army already?"

room, and is now edging his chair somewhat nearer to her, and throwing into his voice and looks a degree of admiration, which has been sincerely kindled by the aspect of her elegant apartments.


Jessica Haughton was not one of those women, if such there be, who do not know when a gentleman is making up to them. She knew fectly well, that with a very little encouragement, her visitor would declare himself a suitor. Nor, to speak truth, was she quite insensible to his handsome person, nor quite unmoved by his flatteries. She had her weak points, and vanity was one of them. Nor conceived she, poor lady, the slightest suspicion that Jasper Losely was not a personage whose attentions might flatter any woman. Though he had not even announced a name, but, pushing aside the footman, had sauntered in with as familiar an ease as if he had been a first cousin ; though he had not uttered a syllable that could define his station, or attest his boasted friendship with the dear defunct, still Mrs Haughton implicitly believed that she was with one of those gay Chiefs of Ton who had glittered round her Charlie in that earlier morning of his life, ere he had sold out of the Guards, and

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