place, who was sent down to tone himself upwent to a boarding-house-ignorant creaturethat sort of thing-took all sorts of bitters to strengthen himself and bring him round, under the advice of one of those refined physicians who pick up guineas from ninnies, as I should say; and having dined and supped with his fellowboarders, retired, as they did, to rest. In the middle of the night, the whole house was alarmed by noises much resembling those of a rabid dog, attended with a stamping of feet along the different passages of the house. This continued some time, but about two o'clock in the morning it subsided, and, as they say in the account of a naval action, the boarders had it all to themselves.'

"In the morning, complaints having been made to the matron, or whatever the female figure-head of such establishments is called, as to the row, she remonstrated with the patient, and begged to know why he disturbed the inmates of her else peaceable house? . Why, Mam,' said he, I am ordered to do it by my

physicians, for the good of my health: which is the thing for which I am come here'-mark the English, Sir. So,' says she, make a noise for

the benefit of your health?' 'Yes,' says he, 'in conjunction with the wine which I drank at dinner.' How is that?' said the lady, who doubted whether her guest was more knave or fool. 'Yes,' said he, my doctor ordered me to come down here to take port wine at dinner every day, and bark every night; and so I will, let the consequences be what they may.' Don't you see, Sir?-eh?-bark,-to bark at nightthere was the mistake-your king's in check." "That's a very good story," said Cuthbert; "not but that bark is a very good thing to strengthen people-as for port wine, I can't touch it-drinking it is to me like having a peppered birch-broom poked down my throat."

"Never tried, Highness," said Sniggs, "as the King of Prussia said to the soldier-ever heard that, Sir? The King of Prussia fond of music-hundred thousand men to sing one song -recollect-check--he once took a fancy to

a brave grenadier-story of the bullet for the watch-that you have heard-never mind, n'importe. The King of Prussia says to the grenadier, Can you play the fiddle?' What d'ye think he answered, Sir? Can't guess.' 'Never tried, Highness'-new story that-ah, Sir!—— dear me, you have taken my knight."

"Just take it off the board for me, will you?" said Cuthbert, wholly unable from habit to lift a piece of ivory so ponderous.

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Talking of knights," said Cuthbert, and looking at his knight's horse's head, ❝ did I ever

tell you the story of my being run away with down Shooter's Hill, when I was quite a boy?"

"Shooter's Hill!" said Sniggs, with extremely well-acted curiosity; "no, I think not, Sir."

"Well, it was very remarkable," said Cuthbert. "My poor father and I were going in a post-chaise just by the place where there is now a sort of castle in imitation of Severndroog, and something by the roadside frightened the off-horse, and away he went: this frightened the other, and they went down the hill at a tre

mendous rate, and everybody thought we should be dashed to atoms, and-you never-ah!-saw such a sight in your life-ah!"

"Well, Sir," said Sniggs (who, like everybody else who had been at Ashmead, had heard Cuthbert's pet story over and over again), "and what happened?"

“Why,—ah!” said Cuthbert, nearly exhausted by the exertion of relating the adventure; "luckily, when they got to the bottom of the hill the horses stopped of themselves."

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"Very lucky, indeed," said Sniggs; "disappointed the surgeon there, Sir-check to your king."

"Ah! that's a serious check," said Cuthbert; "I must think about that. Will you just ring the bell, Doctor-I must send for my snuff. Ah! and now you are up, do me the kindness just to stir the

fire."

"Check to my king," continued Cuthbert; "umph-so, so-Hutton, my snuff-box-see what o'clock it is-ah!"

"It is past four, Sir," said Sniggs, looking at

his watch. "We shall scarcely have light enough

to finish the game."

"Ah!" said Cuthbert, "I am afraid we shall -I don't see how to get my king out of this scrape;" and hereupon the player fell into one of those lengthened reveries which are the characteristics of this noble and scientific diversion.

Hutton brought the snuff-box-he stood unheeded; at length Cuthbert, raising his eyes from the board with all the gravity of the automaton, looked vacantly at him for half a minute, until Hutton felt it necessary to recall his master to a sense of his situation, and said, "The snuff-box, Sir."

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"Oh!" sighed Cuthbert, open it for me, Hutton-this is a puzzler-ah!" saying which he, with apparent difficulty, carried the pinch he had taken from the box to its destination.

Franklin says, that by playing at chess we learn:

"First. Foresight, which looks a little into futurity-considers the consequences that may attend an action; for it is continually occurring to