Next morning, Fielding hastened to his appointment, with as much apprehension lest the bookseller should stick to his bargain as he had felt the day before lest he should altogether decline it. To the author's great joy, the ignorant trafficker in literature declined, and returned the MS. to Fielding. He next set off, with a light heart, to his friend Thomson; and the novelist and the poet then went to Andrew Millar, the great publisher of the day. Millar, as was his practice with works of light reading, handed the MS. to his wife, who, having read it, advised him by no means to let it slip through his fingers. Millar now invited the two friends to meet him at a coffee-house in the Strand, where, after dinner, the bookseller, with great caution, offered Fielding 200_l._ for the MS. The novelist was amazed at the largeness of the offer. "Then, my good sir," said Fielding, recovering himself from his unexpected stroke of good fortune, "give me your hand--the book is yours. And, waiter," continued he, "bring a couple of bottles of your best port." Before Millar died, he had cleared eighteen thousand pounds by _Tom Jones_, out of which he generously made Fielding various presents, to the amount of 2000_l._; and he closed his life by bequeathing a handsome legacy to each of Fielding's sons. * * * * * VOLTAIRE AND FERNEY. The showman's work is very profitable at the country-house of Voltaire, at Ferney, near Geneva. A Genevese, an excellent calculator, as are all his countrymen, many years ago valued as follows the yearly profit derived by the above functionary from his situation:-- Francs. 8000 busts of Voltaire, made with earth of Ferney, at a franc a-piece 8,000 1200 autograph letters, at 20 francs 24,000 500 walking canes of Voltaire, at 50 francs each 25,000 300 veritable wigs of Voltaire, at 100 francs 30,000 ------ In all 87,000 * * * * * CLEAN HANDS. Lord Brougham, during his indefatigable canvass of Yorkshire, in the course of which he often addressed ten or a dozen meetings in a day, thought fit to harangue the electors of Leeds immediately on his arrival, after travelling all night, and without waiting to perform his customary ablutions. "These hands are clean!" cried he, at the conclusion of a diatribe against corruption; but they happened to be very dirty, and this practical contradiction raised a hearty laugh. * * * * * MODERATE FLATTERY. Jasper Mayne says of Master Cartwright, the author of tolerable comedies and poems, printed in 1651:-- "Yes, thou to Nature hadst joined art and skill; In thee, Ben Jonson still held Shakspeare's quill." * * * * *