Said Mr. Leigh: "Orrin Smith has been dead many years. How long Leech was with him I cannot say precisely. Perhaps a twelvemonth or thereabouts. Smith was a sociable and rather a clever man, but according to Leech, occasionally so economical that he would now and then try to get a little gratuitous work out of him. On one occasion Smith asked him to introduce a few figures, so as to put a touch of action into a drawing on wood, meant to illustrate a serious little book, the work of a clergyman. The scene represented was a quiet churchyard. Leech improved it with a group of little boys larking and boxing. "Of course these embellishments, on discovery, were objected to as painfully incongruous, and had to be cancelled. I forget whether or no they had been actually engraven before they were taken out." Thus far Mr. Leigh. I think I can interpret the incongruity. I fancy I can hear Leech say, after previous unrequited sketches, "Oh, hang it! this is too bad. Well, here goes; he shall have a few figures, and I hope he'll like 'em." Mr. Leigh continues: "The post-office envelope was one of Leech's successes; so were the 'Comic Histories' of England and Rome, and the 'Comic Blackstone'; but his growth in popularity was gradual. He had previously illustrated 'Jack Brag' for Bentley, and subsequently various articles for _Bentley's Miscellany_, particularly the 'Ingoldsby Legends,' as well as other ephemeral works of the same publisher; amongst them the 'Comic Latin' and 'English' Grammars, and the 'Children of the Mobility,' a travesty of the 'Children of the Nobility,' long since out of print. He also furnished coloured illustrations to the 'Fiddle-Faddle Fashion-book,' a whimsical satire on the fopperies and literary absurdities of the period, also out of print." I venture again to interrupt the current of Mr. Leigh's narrative with a word or two on the "Fiddle-Faddle" book. A copy of it, date 1840, has been lent to me. The literary portion, consisting mainly of a thrilling story of brigand life, the blood-curdling tenor of which may be imagined from the title, "Grabalotti the Bandit; or, The Emerald Monster of the Deep Dell," is the work of Mr. Leigh. The story opens thus: "Italia! oh, Italia! blooming birthplace of beauty! land of lazzaroni and loveliness! clime of complines and cruelty, of susceptibility and sacrilege, of roses and revenge! thy bright, blue, boundless skies serene I love; thy verdant vales, volcanoes, vines, and virgins! Thy virgins? ay, thy bright-eyed, dark-haired virgins. I love them--how I love them, though mine, alas! they ne'er can be! And there was one who, in earlier, happier hours, before these locks were--no matter. Let me proceed with the calmness becoming a narrator with my tale."