lady's in St. James's Street. I am yet pleafed that he lives; but I admire how he can fhow his face. He is then recovered from his wounds. I thank God that I did not send him into a future world, at a time that he had dared to offer violence to lovely innocence. "How do you employ yourself, dear Dauncy? Has glory enlifted you in the field of war? Are you enrolled among thofe . hardy fons of my native country, who are armed to defend their rights? My paffion leaves no place unfilled in my bosom, but love poffeffes it unrivalled; and the idea of Emma Tankerville employs me night and day, and I wake from my dream to feel real mifery. When I would defcribe to you the manners of the Germans, tell you of their customs, paint to you the beauties of the palace of Sohonbrun, or the Belvidere which stands in the neighbourhood of Vienna; when I would write you an account of the army affembled in the Eaftern Gallicia, love fills my thoughts, directs my imagination, and love is all powerful. "Ah, if she should come to Vienna during my stay, how grateful fhould I be. Remember me to her repeatedly, and affure her of my moft ardent affection. Make my kind respects and profound acknowledgments to Mrs. Maitland; but, Oh! fail not to speak of my affection to her who now occupies my thoughts. "I am, "VIENNA, 1803. "Your fincere friend, "HEN. MORETON." CHAPTER XIII. See, side by side, his jockey and fir John And guide with equal reins a steed or state. Warton's Poetical Works. AN UNFORTUNATE ACCIDENT, BY WHICH A BET OF IMPORTANCE IS DECIDED AT THE RACES AT NEWMARKET.-VARIOUS CHARACTERS DESCRIBED THERE, BY AN OLD FRIEND WITH A NEW FACE. N the following day, the honourable Mr. Pellet, riding his own hackney for a wager against time, accompanied by the Rev. Dr. Dafh, the honourable Mr. Tom Vortex, and my lord Shuffle in a chaife and four, left town for Newmarket. Tom Vortex, who thought that the horses did not gallop faft enough, caufed the carriage to be stopped, infifting that he would drive the leaders. He then proceeded to pull the post-boy off the horse he rode, for refufing to give up his office; the lad was much hurt, and left by the road fide, Mr. Vortex damning him and his whole tribe for impudent fcoundrels. The companion of Tom Vortex, lord Shuffle, declared that he was ready to swear, should an action be brought for the affault, that the driver was mortally drunk, and that it was done in self defence, as they were afraid of their lives if he had been fuffered to drive. The day was exceeding hot, and Vortex found himself tired with driving; he alighted, and, by dint of threats and dreadful imprecations, prevailed on Facile to fupply his place, as Vortex conceived it would be high fun to fee a quiz of a Frenchman ride. Facile, after driving fome miles, wiped his forehead, and piteously exclaimed, "Begar, monfieur, il fait chaud!" "Drive on, drive on," was the only an fwer he received. "Drive to the devil; au diable, entendez vous ?" "Yes, far," Facile replied, and then grinning farcaftically, begged to be informed if his lordship, lord Shuffle, would accompany him. "Do you want this stick laid about your fhoulders? ce baton?" "Indeed, far, I do not." Facile fhrug ged up his fhoulders as apprehensive of a blow. "Il fait chaud, en veritè,” added the poor perfecuted Frenchman, again rub bing his forehead with his handkerchief. "Depechez vous, and no more of your dd French; can't you speak English, you great coquin.” "Il s'en mordra les doigts," muttered Facile. The horfe which Tom Vortex had rode, was formerly a fpirited racer of supe |