Dauncy shook hands with him, and promised to meet him carly in the morning.

"You will deliver this letter to Miss Tankerville," observed Moreton. " My good friend, you must bring some eminent surgeon with you, to accompany us to the ground."

"Would it were possible," replied Dauncy, "to prevent this misfortune:" the grief which arose in a manly but sensible bosom, stopped his speech, and he energe tically grasped his friend's hand, as he took of him an affectionate leave.

Gentle reader, will you please to descend into the kitchen, and learn what was.passing among the domestics.

The butler was reading to the cook, who sat dozing in her elbow-chair, tired after the fatigues of preparing dinner, while Nanny, the chambermaid, to whom honest John had shewn testimonies of ardent affection, was working a border to her cap; when, having snuffed the candle, and de

manded attention, clearing his voice with three successive hems, John read as follows: "Extract of a letter from Brussels. We expect shortly Monsicur Burnaparty, the first Consol, (plague take the usperer!) from thence he will visit Mass-tride, Lige, Ax la Chapel, and the banks of the Rind. Yesterday a duel was fought between Mr. M and Capt. L-—— of the navy. What fools!" exclaimed John, putting the newspaper on the table; "what fools to fight duels, when, if they had ventured their lives in the sarvice of"Go on," said Nanny, "dear John."

John took up the newspaper and read again.

Yesterday a duel was fought between Mr. M and Capt. L of the navy, concerning a lady."

"Greater fools than I first thought them," said John;" for my part, I would never fight about a female, who changes her mind as often as the weathercock points different ways."

"Ah, John," said Nanny, smartly, "you forget the time when you and Tummas, our coachman, had stripped to fight about me, because I know who was jealous. Don't you recollect, John, when I came between you, and parted you; and yet it was a duced hard matter to make you put your clothes on and sit quiet, John, you know it was; and who, pray, was the fool then? Don't I recollect, Tummas telling you that your forks were so dirty, that a man might ride to Rumford on them, and that you was always the fiddle of the company ?”

"No matter of that," said John; "why don't they fight with fistcs? a bloody nose, or a blow in the bread-basket, is all they would get then; but here, dang it, Nanny, the very thoughts of it makes one's blood run cold: gemmen, who ought, to know better, as having larning, will fight with barking irons or cold steel. Curse those barking irons, I cannot bear them; they

suit thieves or pirates, but gemmen to fight with barking irons, as they do, Nanny, is heathenish."

Here the bell rang, and John was desired to get his master's pistols ready. He obeyed, muttering something respecting his detestation of duels. Moreton, to mislead him, told him he was going on a journey, and he wanted his pistols ready on such occasion early in the morning. Had John known the real intention, he would not have obeyed his master, for he loved him faithfully, and was one of the best of characters, a good and honest servant.

CHAPTER VII.

A DUEL.-DIALOGUE BETWEEN A FRUITERER AND A NOBLEMAN OF GREAT FASHION.

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AT a very early hour Sir Henry Moreton, with the afflicted and much-to-be-pitied Dauncy, accompanied by a surgeon, went to the Park, where they met Sir Richard Oliver, his second, and a medical man. ground was measured; when Sir Richard, claiming the first fire, had nearly termi nated the adventures of Sir Henry Moreton; for with his death this most entertaining history must have ceased, since it is not in the power of any writer to bring the dead to life, however bold in other respects his style may be.

The ball discharged from Sir Richard Oliver's pistol grazed the coat of his anta