Sir, quite convanient: yez wont miss me, your honor, till I bees back wid ye."

"If Dublin is so near," said Mr. De Vere, closing his book, and addressing the Commodore, who now, with his rapid step, approached him, after having given his orders to his mate and men"if Dublin is so near, I should prefer walking, to trusting to any filthy vehicle we may be able to procure at this unseasonable hour."

"I meant to propose it," was the reply; and the active animated speaker, taking a rich pelisse from his mate, which he drew over his ship dress, and exchanging his cap for a round hat, he gave some additional orders in Spanish, and desired the sailor, who stood beside him, with a large valise on his shoulder, and writing case in his hand, to follow him to Dublin. The two gentlemen then proceeded, arm in arm, to town, furnished by the officers of the customs with a card of one of the many hotels

which now succeed in the patrician streets of Dublin to the mansions of the banished nobility.

Mr. De Vere, to whom the vulgar exertions of every-day life were all unknown, and even unguessed at, had left every thing to a valet, as helpless as himself. For the first time since he had come into his master's service, he was deprived of the assistance of a certain Portuguese laquais, one who spoke all languages, performed all services, and united all the intrigue, roguery, and ingenuity of the Pedrillos and Lazarillos of the Spanish comedy. This man had been dismissed for mal-practices, at the moment his master was leaving the port of Lisbon for that of Plymouth; and since that period the Frenchman had acted without deputy or interpreter. But as almost the whole of the interval had been passed at sea (for his master had remained but a few hours at Plymouth), he had but slightly felt the in

convenience. Now, however, left to act, not only for his master, but for himself, he remained, standing on the pier, in all the embarrass of endless books, parcels, and the splendid necessaire of the portable toilette. He had alternately taken up and laid down a valise, a dressing box, and a pocket edition of Zamora's Spanish Plays; accompanying each movement with a "sacre," "diantre," or"Peste de moname," slowly rolled forth from between his closed teeth; when the English sailor, jerking his own load on his shoulders,exclaimed, "come,come, mounseer, know know your own mind; either wait till we sends a coach for you and your trumpery, or get some-un to help you."

"Shure I'll carry in them portmantles to town for you, mounseer, and the leather box, to boot, for a trifle," observed the Irishman; who, disappointed in the commission he had sought, had remained motionless and silent, till the hope of

his services being again accepted suggested itself; and he repeated his proposal three several times, each louder than the other, as if the louder he vociferated, the better chance he had of being understood by the foreigner.

"Do you hear me now, mounseer?” he screamed close in the Frenchman's ear; who, stamping his feet with anger, exclaimed, "Paix! paix!"

Pay, pay," reiterated the Irishman. "I'll engage you will, dear, and well.” Then, without further ceremony, hoisting the valise on his shoulders, taking a port folio under his arm, and carrying the dressing box by its handle, he nodded his head to the parcel of books, which were inclosed in a leather strap, observed, "now, mounseer, I'll trouble you just to take them bits of books in your daddle; and what would ail us, but we'd take in th' other trifles of things betwixt us aisy enough, plaze God; I'll engage we will. So now, my lad," (address

ing the sailor) "follow me, and I'll shew you 'the road."

The Frenchman comprehended the arrangements of the Irishman better than his language, grinned applause, muttered a good humoured "got dam," in token of approbation, and taking up the books, these three singular representatives of the three nations proceeded towards Dublin, following close on the steps of the gentlemen, who had inquired their route, and were some paces in advance.

The Irish lounger, no lounger now, stepped on lightly with his burthen, in that short quick trot, with which the lower Irish frequently perform journies from one extremity of the kingdom to the other, bare-footed and bare-legged. The sailor and the Frenchman, with an appearance much more alert, and burthens infinitely lighter, scarcely kept pace with him, and obliged him frequently to stop, while he as frequently