short life and a merry one;" and they had a second device, taken from a French song, which fully expressed their sentiments and their morality: the song is well known in France in all drinking circles, and was regularly sung as the cloth was taken off the table, probably as a grace. It begins thus:

"Il n'y a qu'un temps pour vivre,
Amis, passons-le gaiement :

Pour le reste qui doit suivre,

N'ayons jamais le moindre tourment."

The old Savoir Vivre boasted of a Lord Lyttelton, and some Right Honourable authors, as well as an Earl of Inchiquin, who was a profound classic; the new club sought after no such company, nor would they be bored by literature. The qualifications of the club were, to be a member of any other of the fashionable town clubs, to keep at least six horses, to pay down twenty guineas, and to spend half that sum at every banquet a good person was also necessary, no ugly fellow was to be admitted. There were,

however, fashionable imperfections which were deemed as no impediment to a novice's entrée :such as being near-sighted and carrying a glass, either pendent from the neck or stationary in the socket of the eye; or being what is called under-hung, because some of the box and stablebreed, the Newmarket and Melton Mowbray trumps, are thus, and it was thought rather knowing by the club; nor was a man's falling off below, like a bull-dog, objected to, because strong animals are often light-limbed;-but a pondering, bashful, or common countenance was excluded from the society. The want of hair on the forehead was an objection only obviated by a false front, of which there were many; and a face's being lost in hair, like a swallow in its nest, or a tom-tit in a bush, was considered as highly creditable to the member; moustachios were voted a place of preference, but if of any colour but black or brown, must be dyed; the chin tuft, or imperial, obtained a place of honour-but none of these were to be assumed by civilians. This

arose from Sam Slapbang, the then president of the club, having met his linen-draper with a pair of false moustachios and a military great coat on a Sunday. The Secretary had also orders to report any member who appeared two days together in the same coat; and the wearing one of last year's make was punished by fine and suspension. It was generally understood that each member should know how to drive, and either have a four-in-hand vehicle, or a tandem; that he must either keep race-horses or hunters (both were thought the right thing); that he must be furnished with a carriage lady, a foreign servant, a lot of dogs; and must smoke, take snuff, swear, mill, and be able to drink three bottles of foreign wine, besides brandy and liqueurs. The main object of the meeting was to promote expense, and to encourage vice systematically. Play was like the order of the day, and if a man was skilled in it, he was thought a clever steady fellow, one who looked to the main chance, id est, the main and chance-" seven's the main," for

instance, and "eleven 's the nick." With all these tendencies to speedy ruin, it was not much to be wondered at that our hero met with the accident which befel him at the Club-house; nor that John Doe and Richard Roe should keep an eye upon an edifice and establishment, where so many rooks and pigeons, game cocks, and guinea fowls might be taken and caged.

We now come to a youth who never would have done for a member of such a club, composed of gourmands and débauchés of the stamp of Alcinous amongst the ancients, Greeks who might be called the Nebulones, and fools of fashion, who followed their example from a love of dissipation and habitual expense.

Colonel Greenlaw had scarcely sat down to table, when he heard a voice in a broad northern dialect inquire after him; but on sending down the servant to know who it was, he was told that the young gentleman would not leave his name, but would call again the next day, adding, “Ye may say that it's a frind; am no seeking onny

siller o' him, nor come to mak' him spind his ain, but juist out o' friendship."

This was not easily understood, but who should step in next morning but young Muir! He came in a hackney coach, and entered with a huge basket in his hand, saying, "You'll no be offended, I hope, Colonel, at my bringing ye a wie pickle Kipper salmon, and a couple o' brace o' muir fool, (he laid them on a chair,) and some mountain dew, (out he pulled four bottles, one after another); your man will tak' care o' the bottles ;" and drawing out a brown paper parcel, "some short breed (bread) made by ane of my sisters; and (shaking out the bottom of the basket) a mutton ham. They things are no sae guid as what ye've been used to; but they're a' that I can compass. Ye're heartily welcome to them, and the next smack that comes up will bring me a fresh supply, and some li-nens: so mak yoursel kimfortable. I've enjoyed your hospitality, and I'm grateful for it. I've little in my poo-er, but I should dishonour my family and profession if I