MR. CAXTON.--"Exactly,--in the nursery of the human race, just here," and my father pointed to the globe; "bounded, you see, by the river Halys, and in that region which, taking its name from Ees, or As (a word designating light or fire), has been immemorially called Asia. Now, Kitty, from Ees, or As, our ethnological speculator would derive not only Asia, the land, but AEsar, or Aser, its primitive inhabitants. Hence he supposes the origin of the Etrurians and the Scandinavians. But if we give him so much, we must give him more, and deduce from the same origin the Es of the Celt and the Ized of the Persian, and--what will be of more use to him, I dare say, poor man, than all the rest put together--the AEs of the Romans,--that is, the God of Copper-money--a very powerful household god he is to this day!" My mother looked musingly at her frock, as if she were taking my father's proposition into serious consideration. "So perhaps," resumed my father, "and not unconformably with sacred records, from one great parent horde came all those various tribes, carrying with them the name of their beloved Asia; and whether they wandered north, south, or west, exalting their own emphatic designation of 'Children of the Land of Light' into the title of gods. And to think" (added Mr. Caxton pathetically, gazing upon that speck on the globe on which his forefinger rested),--"to think how little they changed for the better when they got to the Don, or entangled their rafts amidst the icebergs of the Baltic,--so comfortably off as they were here, if they could but have stayed quiet." "And why the deuce could not they?" asked Mr. Squills. "Pressure of population, and not enough to live upon, I suppose," said my father. PISISTRATUS (sulkily).--"More probably they did away with the Corn Laws, sir." "/Papae!/" quoth my father, "that throws a new light on the subject." PISISTRATUS (full of his grievances, and not caring three straws about the origin of the Scandinavians).--"I know that if we are to lose L500 every year on a farm which we hold rent-free, and which the best judges allow to be a perfect model for the whole country, we had better make haste and turn AEsir, or Aser, or whatever you call them, and fix a settlement on the property of other nations, otherwise, I suspect, our probable settlement will be on the parish." MR. SQUILLS (who, it must be remembered, is an enthusiastic Free-trader). "You have only got to put more capital on the land." PISISTRATUS.--"Well, Mr. Squills, as you think so well of that investment, put your capital on it. I promise that you shall have every shilling of profit." MR. SQUILLS (hastily retreating behind the "Times")- "I don't think the Great Western can fall any lower, though it is hazardous; I can but venture a few hundreds--" PISISTRATUS.--"On our land, Squills?---Thank you." MR. SQUILLS.--"No, no,--anything but that; on the Great Western."