Reader! be thou a male, bold as the Tercel Gentle--or a female, fair as the Falcon--a male, stern as an old Stag--or a female, soft as a young Doe--we entreat thee to think kindly of Us and of our Article--and to look in love or in friendship on Christopher in his Sporting Jacket, now come to the close of his Three Fyttes, into which he had fallen--out of one into another--and from which he has now been revived by the application of a little salt to his mouth, and then a caulker. Nor think that, rambling as we have been, somewhat after the style of thinking common in sleep, there has been no method in our madness, no _lucidus ordo_ in our dream. All the pages are instinct with one spirit--our thoughts and our feelings have all followed one another, according to the most approved principles of association--and a fine proportion has been unconsciously preserved. The article may be likened to some noble tree, which--although here and there a branch have somewhat overgrown its brother above or below it, an arm stretched itself out into further gloom on this side than on that, so that there are irregularities in the umbrage--is still disfigured not by those sports and freaks of nature working on a great scale, and stands, magnificent object! equal to an old castle, on the cliff above the cataract. Woe and shame to the sacrilegious hand that would lop away one budding bough! Undisturbed let the tame and wild creatures of the region, in storm or sunshine, find shelter or shade under the calm circumference of its green old age. TALE OF EXPIATION.