five feet and an inch in height, tolerably well proportioned, so as in person to be an abridged edition of a man, but with a countenance grave and solemn. Without relaxing the serious turn of his features, he said to Hamilton, “I am so happy to meet you, we shall have such food for remark and observation.” “Ah! my friend Scribble,” said Hamilton, “I had no expectations of meeting you in this place; we shall have such criticism and satire, now that you are here: but come, Dicky, go home and sup with us, and give some account of yourself.” He accordingly introduced him to his mother, and the other party in general, but more particularly to his friend John Mortimer. After they had reached their house, taking John and Scribble into a back-parlour, he very gravely presented Mortimer to Dicky; “This is Mr. Mortimer, a young friend of mine, of abilities and literature, that will be very happy to avail himself of an opportunity of being known to a gentleman of Mr. Scribble’s immense, valuable, and diversified stores.” Scribble kindly answered, “he should be extremely happy by his communications to benefit the gentleman. Are you, sir, engaged in any work? because, if you are, whatever the subject may be, I shall lay you down the rules of composition.” Mortimer thanked him, but assured him, that, for the present, he had no such production in contemplation. Being now summoned to supper, Mr. Scribble, conceiving it incumbent on him to be spokesman of the company, opened upon sea-bathing, and professing a profound knowledge of the animal system, in a preaching tone, expatiated on its process in the invigoration of the nerves. Coming from operation to result and effects, he very learnedly summed up the narratives and arguments of his harangue: “The salt-water contributes at once to purification, and to tension, and also to elasticity; the votaries of bathing have in every movement a pleasing bound, and an efficacious vigour. Every act of the animal œconomy in which they may be engaged is performed more completely and satisfactorily. All these I could illustrate to demonstration, but a few may suffice.” Mrs. Hamilton, not knowing what the nature of the elucidation might be, proposed to suspend the subject for the present, and a more general conversation was introduced, which lasted till the party separated. Next morning Scribble, after bathing, met Hamilton on the west cliff; Mortimer soon after joining them, they took a walk along the cliff, when Hamilton praised the infinite treasures of knowledge, human and divine, that Scribble possessed: “Come, now Dicky, astonish Mortimer here, by a frank account of your studies.” “A detail,” replied Dick, “would be tedious; but since you insist upon it, I will give you a short sketch of what I have read, or treated in publications, or, in short, what I know.” “What you know and can write upon,” said Hamilton; “to speak generally and concisely, every thing; nothing