wine, and a watch, and tell Geziah to saddle

White Surrey for the field to-morrow."

But stop! - halt!

avast! woh! — pull

up! Here is the old boggle. The Courteous Reader objects to a Theatrical Quaker; as if the delirious fancy would care any more than a mad bull whether it ran down Long-Acre or into Drury Lane. Aye, but then, to quote Shakspeare, Friend Duffle must either have read playbooks, or have visited the theatre. And why not? According to sacred and profane authorities, the most powerful Tempter that ever assailed Human Nature was Curiosity. It was the ruin of Eve and of Pandora, of Blue Beard's wives and of Doctor Faustus. And will any one venture to say that the same Power which drew so many people into the wrong box, could not drag a single Quaker into a box at Covent Garden? That's very true-well, go on.

"I am Richard the Third," shouted Jasper, "and I've lost my horse! And between thee and me, friend (here his tone dropped again), as precious a screw as ever went on three legs."

"A horse goeth upon four legs," said the Voice.

"I saw a smith stand with his hammer thus," spouted Jasper, with an attempt to suit the ac

tion to the word. "He was swallowing a tailor's news, and there were five moons!"

"There is only one moon," said the Voice, " and it is in the last quarter."

"Put out the light," muttered Jasper, "and then put out the light."

"There is no light in the chamber."

"Alas! poor Ghost!"

"There be no ghosts."

O Truth Truth! Truth! if ever thou hadst a true Friend in this world, she was sitting in a russet gown and white kerchief behind that curtain! What a pity that the Romancing Traveller, and the Rhodomontading Captain, and the Imaginative Counsel, and the Equivocating Witness, and the Bouncing Tradesman, were not within hearing of the oracle! What a thousand pities that the tall Bully who "lifts his head and lies was not within earshot of her voice that conscientious Voice which would not allow even Delirium to wander from the fact !

CHAPTER XIV.

FOR Some minutes the Quaker had lain dormant, quite still and silent, when suddenly he

started up with glittering eyes, and began talking in a much louder tone.

"I should like to know," said he, "whether I am an animal or a vegetable ?"

"Thee art a rational creature," said the Voice, "at least when thee art in thy senses."

But I'm up to a

"Because if I was a vegetable," continued Jasper, "I should be green. thing or two, and know the time of day. Broadbrims be hanged!" and he plucked off his nightcap and threw it at the bed-post. "If I'll be a Quaker any longer, call me pump, and hang an iron ladle to my nose. No-no, I've too much blood for that-warm, red, boiling hot blood, and muscles as springy as whalebone, and as much spin in me as a top. So, between you and me (here he grew confidential with the bedpost), I've dropped the Society, and cut away down the other road. Ask old Barney-we've had a deal for the brown togs. They never fitted me, never; always cut under the arm, or somewhere, and wouldn't sit easy to human nature. No more larking in 'em than a straitjacket-I've tried lots o' times, and they always pulled me up before I could over a post. If a Jumper ever jumped in such a dress I will eat him with my cheese. No-no! no more