"Sir," said DR. JOHNSON, "let us take a walk down Fleet Street."

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CONTENTS.

AURORA FLOYD:

Chapter XXII. Still Constant

XXIII. On the Threshold of Darker Miseries

XXIV. Captain Prodder carries Bad News to his Niece's

House

XXV. The Deed that had been done in the Wood.

XXVI. At the Golden Lion

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XXVII. "My Wife! my Wife! What Wife? I have no

XXXIII. Captain Prodder goes back to Doncaster

XXXIV. The Discovery of the Weapon with which James
Conyers had been slain

Chapter XV. Of Paris (by the way of the Prison at Vienna), and

of my coming back for a Season to my own

Country, where my Master, the Chaplain, and I

part Company

XVI. John Dangerous is in the Service of King George. 139

XVII. Rebellion is made an end of, and after some fur-

ther Service with his Majesty I go into Business

on my own Account.

XVIII. I see much of the Inside of the World, and then

go right round it

XIX. Mercator his Projection, and what came of it

XX. The Continuation of my Voyage until my Return

again to Europe

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AUGUST 1862.

The Strange Adventures of Captain Dangerous.

A NARRATIVE IN PLAIN ENGLISH,

ATTEMPTED BY

GEORGE AUGUSTUS SALA.

CHAPTER THE FIFTEENTH.

OF PARIS (BY THE WAY OF THE PRISON AT VIENNA), AND OF MY COMING BACK FOR A SEASON

TO MY OWN COUNTRY, WHERE MY MASTER, THE CHAPLAIN, AND I PART COMPANY.

TH

HE Fox in the Fable, so my Grannum (who had a ready Memory
for those Tales) used to tell me, when he first saw the Lion was
half dead with Fright. The Second View only a little Dashed him with
Tremour; at the Third he durst salute him Boldly; and at the Fourth
Rencounter Monsieur Reynard steals a Shin Bone of Beef from under the
old Roarer's Nose, and laughs at his Beard. This Fable came back to
me, as with a Shrug and a Grin (somewhat of the ruefullest) I found
myself again (and for no Base Action I aver) in a Prison Hold. I re-
membered what a dreadful Sickness and Soul-sinking I had felt when
doors of Oak clamped with Iron had first clanged upon me; when I first
saw the Blessed Sun made into a Quince Tart by the cross-bars over his
Golden face; when I first heard that clashing of Gyves together which is
the Death Rattle of a man's Liberty. But now! Gaols and I were old
Acquaintances. Had I not lain long in the dismal Dungeon at Ayles-
bury? Had I not sweltered in the Hold of a Transport Ship? I was
but a Youth; but I felt myself by this time a Parcel Philosopher. The
first thing a man should do when he gets into Gaol, is to ask himself
whether there is any chance of his being Hanged. If he have no Sand
Blindness, or Gossamer dancing of Threepenny cord before his eyes, why
then he had e'en better eat and drink, and Thank God, and hope for the
Best. "They won't Hang me," I said cheerfully enough to myself,
when I was well laid up in Limbo. The Empress is well known to be a
merciful Lady, and will cast the ermine of Mercy over the Scarlet Robe