success, as the clerk there, answering to the timehonoured name of Grundy, told me, that if I would present it to him on my quitting Blackpool, he would consider it as so much cash, and free me to Manchester accordingly. I asked him where he came from. He said, Bury, in Lancashire. I told him my mother was a Grundy of Bury: so thinking we might be somewhat akin, I asked him further of his pedigree. He said his father's name was Isaac, son of Dennis. On referring to my good Aunt H., visiting at Farley: she said her father and Dennis were second cousins, but had never had much intimacy or intercourse, that she knew of. The terminus at Blackpool, though very large and lofty for the place, was very uncomfortably crowded with spectators, eager expectants, and idle people, of all sorts and sizes, some of them, perhaps, "indifferent honest," as Hamlet has it; and methought our tail of ten or a dozen packages, might become "small by degrees, and beautifully less." However, by patience and perseverance, rubbing and resignation, we succeeded, or at least imagined so, to have them all at length safely ensconced at the top of the omnibus, as nurse and I carefully counted them all, as

we thought, and so at last set off in Dixon's omnibus, for his hotel, in hopes that he would be able to accommodate us; but that we soon discovered was out of the question; so, getting the driver to proceed with us to the Lane-end Hotel, now kept by Mrs. Richardson, late of the "Mosley Arms,” Manchester, we were fortunate enough to procure good accommodations, fronting the sea. Had we come by the seven o'clock train, we might have had the pleasure to bivouac upon the sands, or to return to Poulton as we might. So while my wife was appropriating the rooms, I sauntered about Blackpool-so replete with recollections (woven, like most other reminiscences of a mingled yarn) of my visits here in 1809, '10, '15, '16, '31, '34, '38, and deemed the place looked like anything but a deserted village, as it has more than doubled itself since my last visit, and strolled towards the terminus aforesaid, to look about me, more particularly at that great novelty; and while there, a young man approached, and asked me if my name was B—.

N.B.-If he had been a Yankee, and wide awake, Mister, he would not have put a leading question, but would have asked me what my name was.

Somewhat surprised, I answered in the affirmative; when he said-in an adjoining apartment he had a black leather portmanteau, with the magical words, "Mr. B, Dixon's Hotel, Blackpool," written upon a small piece of parchment. Proceeding thither, I found my own dear household god-my best black portmanteau, which I had purchased in Broadway, New York, in 1828, for ten dollars, Mister, and which contained several articles I should have been very loath to lose. Rewarding him with 2s. 6d. current coin of the realm, I arranged that it should be forwarded by Dixon's next omnibus to Lane-end, and pursued my perambulations, speculating, that as they say (sed credat judæus apella) bees can extract honey out of soot, so good occasionally springs out of real or apparent evil; for if it had not been for the seemingly unfortunate ticket aforesaid, I might not have gone down to the terminus (for it was during this second visit I spoke to Mr. Grundy about the ticket and otherwise); and if I had not gone thither, I might never have seen my portmanteau again, for opportunity and Satan (those moons at full) might have instigated my informant to retain my property, instead of returning it.

I also went to a stall, in St. John's very handsome market-house, and bought me a shaving brush, having, thoughtlessly enough, left mine at home; and having purchased and pocketed one, I proceeded to do the same by two small pocket combs; after which, seeing another shaving brush lying before me, and forgetting I had housed the first, I proceeded to pocket that also, saying, I suppose, "that is my shaving brush:" as silence gave consent, I walked off with my property and appropriation, and when I had been at the hotel some time, discovered, to my surprise and dismay, that I had two S. B.'s, otherwise shaving brushes, in my pocket, instead of one.

Methought, what a pretty

thing it would have been for the penny-a-liners; what nuts for them, if the hue and cry had been raised after a Staffordshire magistrate, for a presumed robbery of that description, and the property found upon his person. But what did the unjust judge do in this case? Why, after having taken his tea and toast, and got the steam all right, he actually faced the evening air, and going to the market-house, restored the second S. B. to its legitimate owner. With true Lancashire simplicity and sagacity, he said, "I missed it soon

after you were gone, but I knew you would bring it

>ack again."

On my return, I met the Rev. Mr. H, walking upon the Parade, but as I knew he was here, this excited in my mind no surprise or wonder, which Dr. Johnson well defines to be "the effect of novelty upon ignorance."

After tea, the children actually realized their longcherished expectations of a walk upon the sands; and when they were fairly committed to the care and eustody of Morpheus, after having been duly delighted with the strains of Orpheus, in the shape of an Italian boy, with a hurdy-gurdy and a couple of white mice, scampering about in the wired chamber below, my wife and I set out upon an expedition of house, or lodging hunting; but it was all in vain; there were none to be had in Blackpool, all being either occupied or pre-engaged. In our walk we fell in

with my old friend, Mr. G

R

with whom I

was at Mr. Dennett's office, in Lincoln's Inn-fields, in 1818, and his lady, and accompanied them to their elegant apartments in Albert-terrace-a new creation, between Forshaw's and Dixon's.