Plot fallen into discredit-and Rochester disgraced. Changeful times-But here is to the little man who shall mend them."

"I apprehend you," replied his Lordship; " and meet your health with my love. Trust me, my lord loves you, and longs for you.-Nay, I have done you reason. By your leave, the cup is with me. Here is to his buxom Grace of Bucks."

"As blithe a peer," said Smith, "as ever turned night to day. Nay, it shall be an overflowing bumper an you will; and I will drink it super naculum. And how stands the great Madam?" "Stoutly against all change," answered my Lord -"Little Anthony can make nought of her."

"Then he shall bring her influence to nought. Hark in thy ear. Thou knowest-(here he whispered so low that Julian could not catch the sound.) "Know him!" answered the other-" Know Ned of the Island!-To be sure I do."

"He is the man that shall knot the great fiddlestrings that have snapped. Say I told you so; and thereupon I give thee his health."

"And thereupon I pledge thee," said the young nobleman," which on any other argument I were loth to do-thinking of Ned as somewhat the cut of a villain."

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"Granted, man-granted," said the other,—" very thorough-paced rascal; but able, my lord, able and necessary; and, in this plan, indispensable. Psha!-This champagne turns stronger as it gets older, I think."

"Hark, mine honest fellow," said the courtier; "I would thou wouldst give me some item of all this mystery. Thou hast it, I know; for whom do men entrust but trusty Chiffinch?”

"It is your pleasure to say so, my lord," answered Smith, (whom we shall hereafter call by his real name of Chiffinch,) with much drunken gravi

ty, for his speech had become a little altered by his copious libations in the course of the evening— "few men know more, or say less, than I do; and it well becomes my station Conticuere omnes, as the grammar hath it-all men should learn to hold their tongue."

"Excepting with a friend, Tom-excepting with a friend. Thou wilt never be such a dog-bolt to refuse a hint to a friend? Come, you get too wise and statesman-like for your office.-The ligatures of thy most peasantly jacket there are like to burst with thy secret. Come, undo a button, man; it is for the health of thy constitution-Let out a reef; and let thy chosen friend know what is meditating. Thou knowest I am as true as thyself to little Anthony, if he can but get uppermost."

"If, thou lordly infidel!" said Chiffinch-" talkest thou to me of ifs?—There is neither if nor and in the matter. The great Madam shall be pulled a peg down-the great Plot screwed a peg or two up. Thou knowest Ned?-Honest Ned had a brother's death to revenge."

"I have heard so," said the nobleman; "and that his preserving resentment of that injury was one of the few points which seemed to be a sort of heathenish virtue in him."

"Well," continued Chiffinch, "in manoeuvring to bring about this revenge, which he hath laboured at many a day, he hath discovered a treasure."

"What! In the Isle of Man?" said his companion.

"Assure yourself of it. She is a creature so lovely, that she needs but be seen, to put down every one of the favourites from Portsmouth and Cleveland, down to the three-penny baggage, Mistress Nelly."

"By my word, Chiffinch," said my Lord, "that is a reinforcement after the fashion of thine own

best tactics. But bethink thee, man! To make such a conquest, there wants more than a cherry-cheek and a bright eye-there must be wit-wit, man, and manners, and a little sense besides, to keep influence when it is gotten.'

"Psha! will you tell me what goes to this vocation?" said Chiffinch. "Here, pledge me her health in a brimmer.-Nay, you shall do it on knees too.Never such a triumphant beauty was seen-I went to church on purpose, for the first time these ten years-Yet I lie, it was not to church neither-it was to chapel."

"To chapel!-What the devil, is she a Puritan?" exclaimed the other courtier.

"To be sure she is. Do you think I would be accessary to bringing a Papist into favour in these times, when, as my good Lord said in the House, there should not be a Popish man-servant, nor a Popish maid-servant, not so much as dog or cat, left to bark or mew about the King!"

"But consider, Chiffie, the dislikelihood of her pleasing," said the noble courtier." What, old Rowley, with his wit, and love of wit-his wildness, and love of wildness-he form a league with a silly, scrupulous, unidea'd Puritan!-Not if she were Venus."

"Thou knowest nought of the matter," answered Chiffinch. "I tell thee, the fine contrast between the seeming saint and the falling sinner will give zest to the old gentleman's inclinations. If I do not know him, who does?-His health, my lord, on your bare knee, as you would live to be of the bedchamber."

"I pledge you most devoutly," answered his friend. "But you have not told me how the acquaintance is to be made; for you can not, I think, carry her to Whitehall.”

"Aha, my dear lord, you would have the whole

secret! but that I can not afford-I can spare a friend a peep at my end, but no one must look on the means by which they are achieved."-So saying, he shook his drunken head most wisely.

The villanous design which this discourse implied, and which his heart told him was designed against Alice Bridgenorth, stirred Julian so extremely that he involuntarily shifted his posture, and laid his hand on his sword hilt.

"Chiffinch heard a rustling, and broke off, exclaiming, "Hark!-Zounds, something moved. I trust I have told the tale to no ears but thine."

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"I will cut off any which have drank in but a syllable of thy words," said the nobleman; and raising a candle, he took a hasty survey of the apartment. Seeing nothing that could incur his menaced resentment, he replaced the light and continued; Well, suppose the Belle Louise de Querouaille shoots from her high station in the firmament, how will you rear up the downfallen Plot again-for without that same Plot, think of it as thou wilt, we have no change of hands-and matters remain as they were, with a Protestant courtezan instead of a Papist-Little Anthony can but little speed without that Plot of his-I believe, in my conscience, he begot it himself."

"Whoever begot it, he hath adopted it; and a thriving babe it has been to him. Well, then, though it lies out of my way, I will play Saint Peter again-up with t'other key, and unlock t'other mystery."

"Now thou speakest like a good fellow; and I will, with my own hands, unwire this fresh flask, to begin a brimmer to the success of thy achieve

"Well, then," continued the communicative Chiffinch, "thou knowest that they have long had a nibbling at the old Countess of Derby-So Ned was

sent down-he owes her an old accompt, thou knowest-with private instructions to possess himself of the island, if he could, by help of some of his old friends. He hath ever kept up spies upon her; and happy man was he, to think his hour of vengeance was come so nigh. But he missed his blow; and the old girl, being placed on her guard, was soon in a condition to make Ned smoke for it. Out of the island he came with little advantage for having entered it; when, by some means-for the devil, I think, stands ever his friend-he obtained information concerning a messenger, whom her old Majesty of Man had sent to London to make party in her behalf. Ned stuck himself to this fellow-a raw, half-bred lad, son of an old blundering Cavalier of the old stamp, down in Derbyshire-and so managed the swain, that he brought him to the place where I was waiting, in anxious expectation of the pretty one I told you of. By Saint Anthony, for I will swear no meaner oath, I stared when I saw this great lout-not that the fellow is so ill-looked neither I stared like-like-good now, help me to a simile."

"Like Saint Anthony's pig, an it were sleek," said the young lord; "your eyes, Chiffie, have the very blink of one. But what hath all this to do with the Plot. Hold-I have had wine enough.”

"You shall not baulk me," said Chiffinch, and a jingling was heard, as if he were filling his comrade's glass with a very unsteady hand. "Hey-What the devil is the matter?-I used to carry my glass steady-very steady."

"Well, but this stranger."

"Why he swept at game and ragout as he would at spring beef or summer mutton. Never so unnurtured a cub-Knew no more what he eat than an infidel-I cursed him by my gods when I saw Chaubert's chief-d'œuvres glutted down so indif