still the physician of Admiral Springfield?"

"Your candour, Mr. Stuart, has completely vanquished me. Were you my fellest foe, the openness you have displayed, and the confidence you have shown, in throwing yourself entirely on my honour, have routed my prejudices, and you may assure yourself of my friendship: I need not add, that my secrecy shall be inviolable."

Taking the doctor by the hand, Charles thanked him, and added, "I've one favour to beg; will you grant it, doctor?"

." If I can, I will."

"Your daughter and Miss Springfield are old school-fellows. Contrivé to advise the admiral to allow his daughter to visit Miss Marshall, and I'll then see, without fear of offence,

the dearest part of myself." The doctor paused.

Well, I will, Mr. Stuart; I'll bring the admiral over, and you can call this afternoon at four o'clock, at my house, and you'll hear the result."

The apothecary at the shop of Curl was not so fortunate; Curl could give no further information than that he had a note from Miss Springfield, forbidding the attendance of Bobbin John, and that the admiral himself had seen that note. Bobbin John was called, he knew nothing," save and except that, within this week, fortune had smiled on him; he could not have been more fortunate with a sixteenth at the lucky lottery-office on Cornhill. Mr. Gaiter, the tailor, had given him, at the expense of a gentleman (he supposed one of master's customers), a suit of new clothes."

"But where are the old ones?"

asked Mr. Rhubarb.

"Gone, gone, gone to the pot, I suppose," said Mr. Curl.

"I didn't take the trouble to ken, whare the gaed; the tailor keepet them and my hat into the bargain: aye, an' my wig he wad na gi' me."

Now, Johny, I really think," replied Rhubarb, "you know who that gentleman is who gave you, in exchange for your old clothes, that fine suit."

"Gif ye believe me, sir, I dinna ken ought anent him, save and except he's the bestest friend I hae forgathered wi' this sax and twenty years; it's true I'm unko bra, guid faith I'm hail and claithed."

Mr. Rhubarb could make no more of John; but he deemed it necessary to go to the tailor's, and ask him about

the exchange Johnny had made for his old clothes; and he went to Mr. Gaiter's the tailor.

Well, Mr. Gaiter," said Apothecary Rhubarb, 66 I suppose trade goes briskly with you; people must have food and clothes, if they should want the luxuries of life."

"If sin, sir, had not entered into the world, there would have been no trouble; death is a consequence of sin; but God knows, we must all, before we die, grow sick and need the doctor; and the doctor sends the 'pothecary, and the old saying holds true, We live by one another.'

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Well, well, Mr. Gaiter, suppose we do, my business is very short; you have very lately replenished Mr. Curl's man with a suit of new clothes, and you have even given him a hat and a wig; and you have kept the old ones;

and you have told him you did all this by the orders of a gentleman, one of your customers, I suppose.

"Lack a-day, sir, how came you to know that? I were employed to do it, it's true; but what of that? May not the poor meet with friends as well as the rich and a more deserving hobject than hold John Handerson, there does not live in the parish."

"Anderson! I thought his name was Bobbin John.”

"The same, Lord love your soul, sir; that's a nick-name he were christened vith, when 'twas fashion to nickname hevery body."

"But what of the old clothes? who's got them ?"

Why I'd rather ye'd not hax that question, 'cause I may loose a good customer."

"O, ho! Mr. Gaiter, so you lend yourself to aid and abet the villanies