head, while a savage dog was about to be let loose upon me; I rushed upon my doom

[Here the Hare-leian Miscellany (as this M.S. may not inaptly be called) comes to a termination ; but from notes that have been laid before us, we (speaking in the editorial plural) are enabled to continue the ad. ventures.]

No sooner had our hero fallen a victim to the savage attack of his un relenting enemies, than a rush was made to save his respected remains, and desperate was the struggle between the conflicting parties. “I claim the 'are," said the Cockney Citizen; “I found him sitting.” “ Let's have none of that 'ere nonsense,” responded a costermonger from Whitechapel ; “I knocked him on the head, and he'll make a prime supper for my missus.” “Why, my dog Griper did the trick,” remarked the proprietor of a gin-palace, “and it's but fair that I should have him." "I hinsist on 'aving the 'are," continued the Londoner. “Aspirate your h's, young Bow Bells, and don't exasperate yourself,'' retorted an attorney's clerk ; "an action for trespsss will lie.” “And so will many a limb of the law, Old Six-and-eightpence,” smartly rejoined Mr. Tipper; for so the worthy member of the Merchant Tailors' Company was called. “'And me that 'are," he continued, addressing a clod, at the same time suiting the action to the word, by placing a halfcrown in the countryman's hands. “Why, your horse has got some briers under his tail,” exclaimed a scedy looking youth in a worn-out groom's livery, and who himself had placed the prickles there, in the hopes of seeing the rider spilt. “The keepers are coming,” shouted a dozen voices, as they trotted away to join the rest of the sportsmen. In the mean time Tipper liad thrust the mangled remains of his royal prize into the huge pocket of his shooting-jacket, and spurring his nag, made for the road: but the animal required no such goading, for the sharp points of the brambles had already begun to take effect upon a more vulnerable part than that of his sides, and away went the infuriated steed " upon the pinions of the wind." Mazeppa was not in greater peril for the time than was the pinmaker ; the great difference between the Polish Hetman and the London Cockney was, that the first-named hero was lashed firmly to his horse, while poor Tipper, despite of a firm grip of the main, and one hand on the pummel, rolled about on his saddle like a porpoise in a storm. The road was soon gained, and the affrighted rider still kept his seat, although his equilibrium was not very correctly retained. During Mr. Tipper's runaway gallop, we propose enlightening our readers as to the man of measures and his horse. The former was a professed trowser maker, as he termed himself, residing in High-street, Whitechapel, and was as dapper and diminutive a specimen of humanity as ever appeared. Mr. Tipper in height was exactly one yard three. quarters cloth measure ; he was as fine-drawn as a thread-paper, stiff as buckram, and looked so demure that one would have hardly thought he could have said " bo'' to his own goose. This ninth part of the genus hono had, however, a soul above the thimble ; his fancy soared higher than for shreds, patches, and " cabbage." He was passionately devoted to sport; and when, in business, he talked of Saxony mills, Russian duck, doe skin, Scotch tweed, his thoughts wandered to an English " mill," a "duck” hunt, a day with the staghounds, or one by the river side. Tipper had a heart warm as his best broad cloth, and was a kind, charitable and liberal friend. He had inherited a small fortune from his father, which, added to a good, thriving business, made him independent of the world. He supported his mother and sister, and was himself looked upon by the belles of Bow as one of the most eligible matches among the shopocracy of the East End. For some years the smart little tailor resisted the blandishments and tender glances of many an aspiring Miss, and upon reaching his thirtieth birthday was pronounced to be an invulnerable Benedict. But here, as is often the case, the world reckoned without their host; the charms of the fascinating Julia Brown had made so deep an impression upon the hitherto Ainty heart of Mr. Tipper, that for the first time in his life he seriously contemplated matrimony. The object of his devotion was a “young person from the country," then learning the art of dressmaking under a fashionable West End milliner, with a view of going into service as lady's maid. Jacob Tipper had met Miss Brown at the annual ball given by a well-known mercer in Regent Street, and had at once fallen head over ears in love with her. Her companions, upon this occasion, were Monsieur et Madame Dubret ; the former a French cook, and the latter a retired femme de chambre. Tipper, who was dressed in the tip-top style of East End splendour, proposed a polka to the young girl, who blushingly declined; in a quadrille he was more successful. That little dance produced the most wonderful effect upon the citizen's beart, who, to adopt his own phrase, “was struck all of an 'eap.” Jacob fell a victim to the beauty of the fair Julia, who, in return, was not a little flattered at the assiduous attentions of so wealthy a tradesman. The lively features of the Frenchman, who, we lament to record, was himself an admirer of the young girl, underwent sundry changes during the rest of the evening ; he, however, managed to turn the adventure to some account, by not only supping at Tipper's expense, but by winning five sovereigns from him at chicken hazard. In the meantime Julia had been set down in a cab at the door of Madame Achard's, near Grosvenor-square. The magasin des modes was a corner house, next the mews; and at a side entrance the young ladies who outstaid their leave were let in by an antique feinale duenna, who ill-requited the confidence placed in her by receiving bribes from the lovers of the fair delinquents-on this occasion poor Tipper had to pay for the cab and gratuity. Miss Brown's period of probation had nearly expired, and as during the leisure hours (which, to adopt the hackneyed phrase, “ were few and far between") she had studied hair. dressing under Monsieur Violet, coiffeur to the Court, the young lady was pronounced to be fit for the situation of a “ femme de chambre." Alexis Dubret, who was intimately acquainted with the “ people" of many of the highest aristocracy, soon heard of an opening for the young girl with the Countess of Greystock.

At seven o'clock in the evening of a cold raw day in March, Miss Brown was ushered into the noble drawing-room of the Countess, who, with her two daughters, Lady Jane and Maria, were sitting ready dressed for the Opera, and only awaited the Earl, who was to be set down at a ministerial dinner on their way to Her Majesty's Theatre. “ Miss Brown," exclaimed the foppishly-dressed groom of the chambers as he threw open the wide folding-doors; and almost thrust the trembling girl into the august presence, Lady Greystock, who looked as starch

and old-fashioned as the brocade that adorned her tall gaunt figure, rose from her chair, and eyed the new comer from head to foot, " Too young and dressy," said the high-born dame ; “ quite unfit for service" Julia, who was a pretty modest-looking girl, with exquisitely chiselled features, the darkest hair and brightest eyes, looked down abashed, and wished herself in the humble back attic of Madame Achard's residence, where thirteen young ladies, independent of herself, had been “cribbed, cabined, and confined" in seven iron bedsteads during the last six months. “And what wages do you expect ?” asked the lady. “ I fear you are too inexperienced for the place."

Julia's colour mounted to her usually-pallid cheeks and brow at the contemptuous manner in which the proud patrician treated her.

“ My sister and I want a lady's-maid,” said Lady Jane, in the most considerate and soothing tone ; “ I have no doubt we should make you very comfortable.”

At this unexpected kindness Julia burst into tears.

“ Novel-reading has turned her brain," said the Countess ; “ I dislike scenes

At this moment the Earl (who was a nobleman in every sense of the word) made his appearance ; and, seeing the state of affairs, approached the Countess. “I have a letter from the Reverend Mr. Probey," said his lordship,“ speaking so highly of Miss Brown's conduct during the whole of her early days in Devonshire, that if her qualifications are equal to her private worth my daughters will find a great acquisition in the services of so highly a respectable person.”

Lady Greystock, who was accustomed to obey, at once yielded the point; and sending for her own maid, requested that Miss Brown might be shown into the room, as the housekeeper's room is called, par excellence, in every large establishment. If the reception above stairs had been of a formal nature, that below was infinitely more so. In a wellproportioned apartment, admirably furnished, with a supper-table laid ont, sat four males and two females.

“ Allow me to introduce you to our housekeeper, Mrs. Burton," said Mrs. Marsh, the abigail who had conducted Julia to the room. “ Mrs. Burton, Miss Brown.”

The same ceremony was carried on to a friend, Mrs. Townsend, a dealer in foreign lace; to Mr. Palmer, the steward ; Mr. Chaplin, the Earl's valet ; Mr. Brook, groom of the chamber ; and last, not least, to Monsieur Ernest Ragon, chef de cuisine.

“ You may bring in the supper,” said Mrs. Burton to the steward'sroom boy, who waited upon the upper servants, “and prepare two whist tables. We shall probably make up two rubbers if," she continued, addressing herself to her Cavaliere servante Palmer, “ our friends from the Bishop's drop in.”

Julia's beauty had attracted some attention ; but the homeliness of her manner, and the siinplicity of her dress, induced the would be fashionables to declare her * gauche.”

“ A tolerable-looking girl," said Brooks, in an under tone ; “but she wants style."

“ Plebeian all over,” remarked Mrs. Burton, sotto voce. " Quite so," chimed in Mrs. Marsh ; " and rather a dowdy figure." Envy and jealousy had excited the last two remarks ; for the house. keeper, although she still shewed the remains of beauty, was what is termed “ gone by ;' and the lady's maid, being as tall and as straight as a poplar, looked down (we mean figuratively) upon any one of smaller height and better proportions. Ernest Ragon, with the gallantry peculiar to his nation, came forward, and made himself agreeable to the new comer. Supper was shortly afterwards announced, and the novice might well have fancied herself in the dining-room up stairs ; for fish, joints, entrées, sweets, wines, fruit, ices, and spirits graced the board. There was a tone of coarse revelry, of impudent presumption, and vulgar familiarity, which shocked the refined feelings of the country girl ; and she was inwardly wishing herself back in her humble rural home, amidst the beauties of her native country, when she was informed that a young person was waiting to escort her back for the last two nights to Madame Achard's. Taking leave of her new acquaintances, Julia, with a lighter step than when she had entered, left the room ; and as she descended the stone steps that led from the entrance-hall into the street, was agreeably surprised to find her young friend, Miss Clerment, hanging on the arm of a gentleman, who she immediately recognized as her civic admirer, Mr. Tipper.

We have omitted to mention that the early-closing movement had furnished the infatuated tailor with many an opportunity of heaping attentions upon the object of his devotion in opera and play boxes ; his mother acting always as chaperon on the occasion. “I could not resist the pleasure of calling for you this evening,” said Jacob, in his most winning way, “ to warn you against Lady Greystock's establishment: a more dissolute one cannot exist."

" Unhappily," responded the girl, “ I have engaged myself.”

" Before you finally decide," continued the lover, " read these few lines. To-morrow my mother and myself trust to have the pleasure of seeing you and Miss Clermont at dinner ; you can give her your answer. On Monday, for the last time, I am to have a day at Ascot. It is a promise of long standing to mount my friend Hicks; and after that day"

Here a deep-drawn sigh interrupted the remainder of the remark. The letter contained a formal proposition for Miss Brown's hand ; which having been duly accepted, a note was despatched to Lady Greystock, informing her that the young person who had applied for the situation had concluded a more permanent one, namely, one for life. A few grateful lines to the Earl and his daughters were sent at the same time ; and at the time Lady Greystock was indulging her spleen at the folly of early marriages, especially in humble life, Mr. Tipper and his friend Hicks were scampering over the country in pursuit of a noble stag, and which indirectly led to the catastrophe before alluded to the death of the hero of these adventures.

(To be continued.)

STRAY LEAVES FROM THE NOTE - BOOK OF AN

ANGLER IN BELGIUM, FRANCE, AND ITALY.

CHAP. II.

PICARDIE. In my arrangement of fishing streams in this chapter, I am conscious of taking a geographical license; but I beg to notice that under the denomination of Picardie I comprehend all those rivers which enter the English Channel from Etaples to the port of Havre.

In no part of France will the angler find, upon the whole, better and more agreeable sport than in this section of the country which lies between the river Cauche and the mouth of the Seine. The whole of the rivers, with the exception of the Somme, though small, have a pretty good trout bottom ; are clear and sparkling, run through a comparatively hilly country, and flow direct to the ocean. Most all these rivers have also a considerable fall ; and on this account the streams are rippling and continuous. The great road from Montreuil cuts them all at right angles ; and, therefore, every facility is afforded, at a low price, for travelling expeditiously from one water to another. Besides, in no part of France, from Havre to Belgium, are there more picturesque and beautiful views than in this ancient province of Picardie. The small towns and villages situated on the banks of these rivers will mostly be found situated in deep glens, enshrouded with trees, and the ronds approaching them steep and winding. Nothing can surpass the rural loveliness of some of those secluded spots in a morning in May or June, when the first dawning rays of the sun tip the brows of the surrounding hills.

I have, on several occasions, met with English anglers who have traversed this province of Picardie, and they have complained of the rude and fierce character of the inhabitants, as manifested towards them when they had entered into meadow and corn fields in following the course of the streams. I have no doubt but there is some truth in these accusations, though I have not myself experienced much inconvenience from this cause. When I have found a river winding through corn fields, or meadow grounds under irrigation, and if the streams in the immediate locality were of a very tempting character, I have asked leave of passage from the occupiers, and in almost every case have obtained it cheerfully. But I have seen some of my countrymen dash through the very heart of a plot of corn or meadow, leaving a track behind them as if a drove of oxen had ploughed across the grounds. Now this is hardly fair ; there is too much of the fortiter in re, and too little of the suaviter in modo. The least we can do, under such circumstances, is to ask permission; and I feel confident if this be done in a civil and courteous manner, it will, even in Picardie, be seldom refused.