It was, I have said, nigh midnight as I stood at the half-open door, watching the animated and amusing scene within, when Mrs. Davis, catching sight of me, and doubtless for the purpose of displaying my specious livery, ordered me to open a window, or close a shutter, or something of like importance. I had scarcely performed the service, when a kind of half titter through the room made me look round, and, to my unspeakable horror, I beheld, in the centre of the room, Town-Major McCan, the most passionate little man in Quebec, making his obeisances to Mrs. Davis, while a circle around were, with handkerchiefs to their mouths, stifling, as they best could, a burst of laughter; since exactly between his shoulders, in marks of about four inches long, stood the numerals "158," a great flourish underneath proclaiming that the roll had probably concluded, and that this was the "last man." Of the major, tradition had already consecrated one exploit; he had once kicked an impertinent tradesman down the great flight of iron stairs which leads from the Upper Town to Diamond Harbor,--a feat, to appreciate which, it is necessary to bear in mind that the stair in question is almost perpendicular, and contains six hundred and forty-eight steps! My very back ached by anticipation as I thought of it; and as I retreated towards the door, it was in a kind of shuffle, feeling like one who had been well thrashed. "A large party, Mrs. D.; a very brilliant and crowded assembly," said the major, pulling out his bushy whiskers, and looking importantly around. "Now what number have you here?" "I cannot even guess, Major; but we have had very few apologies. Could you approximate to our numbers this evening, Mr. Cox?" said she, addressing a spiteful-looking old man who sat eying the company through an opera-glass. "I have counted one hundred and thirty-four, madam; but the major makes them more numerous still!" "How do you mean, Cox?" said he, getting fiery red. "If you'll look in that glass yonder, which is opposite the mirror, you 'll soon see!" wheezed out the old man, maliciously. I did not wait for more; with one spring I descended the first flight; another brought me to the hall; but not before a terrible shout of laughter apprised me that all was discovered. I had just time to open the clock-case and step into it, as Major McCan came thundering downstairs, with his coat on his arm. A shrill yell from Sambo now told me that one culprit at least was "up" for punishment. "Tell the truth, you d--d piece of carved ebony! who did this?" "Not me, Massa! not me, Massa! Smush did him!"