he contrived to raise his enormous mouth and blow upwards into his curls! Imagine, reader, that long and stupid face, in the awkward position I have described! The head bent, the almost white eyebrows elevated, the chin depressed, the under lip protruded and the lugubrious looking youth pulling with all his might! It was all in vain, and growing desperate, the hapless dandy meekly leaned towards Vivian, and said—“May I trouble _you_, sir?” Our hero returned his imploring look with one of petrifying hauteur.——“Did you address yourself to me, sir?” “Yes, sir!—I—I—would you be so good, sir, as to—to—” “Well, sir?” “In short, sir, will you have the goodness to release my hair from the white favors, with which the young lady opposite has been so kind as to honor me?” Vivian bowed low and replied with equal solemnity, “Sir, I beg to inform you, that I have never been so thoroughly initiated into the mysteries of a barber’s vocation, as to do justice to your hyacinthine ringlets.” So saying, the haughty youth turned once more to gaze at his lovely _vis-à-vis_. She was looking very demure, pursing her pretty mouth, and quietly bending her dark eyes upon the paper, which, she took care, should no longer annoy her fellow traveler. Vivian gazed at her with mingled surprise and admiration. What could be the meaning of her strange occupation? He would not condescend to feel inquisitive; yet he could not help fancying it was some clandestine correspondence, which she was ashamed to have known, but with which she could not bear to part altogether. When once this idea had taken possession of his mind, he could not dismiss it, and he was just working himself up into a most unreasonable fit of anger with his unconscious and unoffending companion, when, to his dismay, the coach stopped at the Saracen’s Head in London, and he was obliged to bid the lady a reluctant good-morning, without a hope of ever seeing her again. The truth is, he was desperately in love for the first time in his life, and a thousand times did he lament his carelessness, in not having endeavored to discover her name and residence in town. All the information he could gather from her conversation with her father was, that they were hurrying home from the country in expectation of a visit from a friend. The first fortnight after his arrival was spent in vain inquiries among his friends about the fair engrosser of his thoughts. As he was ignorant of her name, he could of course obtain no information with regard to her.