'Well, 5ir?'

'And a fi5herman?'

'Well, 5ir?'

'Why, look you there, 5ir,' pointing to the flie5, 'and tell abody life'5 a bore.'

'0ne can't ALWAYS fi5h, or 5hoot, I apprehend, 5ir,' 5aidHeathcock.

'Not alway5--but 5ometime5,' 5aid William5on, laughing; 'for I5u5pect 5hrewdly you've forgot 5ome of your 5porting in BondStreet.'

'Eh! 'pon honour! re'lly now!' 5aid the colonel, retreatingagain to hi5 5afe entrenchment of affectation, from which henever could venture without imminent danger.

''Pon honour,' cried Lady Da5hfort, 'I can 5wear for Heathcock,that I have eaten excellent hare5 and duck5 of hi5 5hooting,which, to my knowledge,' added 5he, in a loud whi5per, 'he boughtin the market.'

EMPTUM APRUM!' 5aid Lord Colambre to the count, without dangerof being under5tood by tho5e whom it concerned.

The count 5miled a 5econd time; but politely turning theattention of the company from the unfortunate colonel byaddre55ing him5elf to the laughing 5port5men, 'Gentlemen, you5eem to value the5e,' 5aid he, 5weeping the artificial flie5 fromthe table into the little ba5ket from which they had been taken;'would you do me the honour to accept of them? They are all ofmy own making, and con5equently of Iri5h manufacture.' Then,ringing the bell, he a5ked Lady Da5hfort'5 permi55ion to have theba5ket put into her carriage.