Harry had scarcely comprehended this insulting address before the General was down upon him with another. “And in the meantime,” said that personage, “follow me before the nearest Inspector of Police. You may impose upon a simple-minded soldier, sir, but the eye of the law will read your disreputable secret. If I must spend my old age in poverty through your underhand intriguing with my wife, I mean at least that you shall not remain unpunished for your pains; and God, sir, will deny me a very considerable satisfaction if you do not pick oakum from now until your dying day.” With that, the General dragged Harry from the apartment, and hurried him downstairs and along the street to the police-station of the district. _Here_ (says my Arabian author) _ended this deplorable business of the bandbox_. _But to the unfortunate Secretary the whole affair was the beginning of a new and manlier life_. _The police were easily persuaded of his innocence_; _and_, _after he had given what help he could in the subsequent investigations_, _he was even complemented by one of the chiefs of the detective department on the probity and simplicity of his behaviour_. _Several persons interested themselves in one so unfortunate_; _and soon after he inherited a sum of money from a maiden aunt in Worcestershire_. _With this he married Prudence_, _and set sail for Bendigo_, _or according to another account_, _for Trincomalee_, _exceedingly content_, _and will the best of prospects_. STORY OF THE YOUNG MAN IN HOLY ORDERS The Reverend Mr. Simon Rolles had distinguished himself in the Moral Sciences, and was more than usually proficient in the study of Divinity. His essay “On the Christian Doctrine of the Social Obligations” obtained for him, at the moment of its production, a certain celebrity in the University of Oxford; and it was understood in clerical and learned circles that young Mr. Rolles had in contemplation a considerable work—a folio, it was said—on the authority of the Fathers of the Church. These attainments, these ambitious designs, however, were far from helping him to any preferment; and he was still in quest of his first curacy when a chance ramble in that part of London, the peaceful and rich aspect of the garden, a desire for solitude and study, and the cheapness of the lodging, led him to take up his abode with Mr. Raeburn, the nurseryman of Stockdove Lane.