"Skedaddled," evidently. As for shoddy celebrity, "up town," to whom Brown of Philadelphia had also referred me, said that my friend had swindled _him_ a short period before. Good joke, his being given as a reference! I put the affair in the hands of the police; but they gave me about as much comfort as our guardians in blue would have done. They said he had gone south. I went to Baltimore after him; but I could not meet him, although I was full of determination and had taken a revolver with me in case Brown might have his "shooting irons" handy!-- The blunderbuss that had belonged to the deceased Earl Planetree, and which Lady Dasher had given me as a useful parting present, I had left behind in England, thinking that such a valuable object of antiquity should not be recklessly risked. The police then telegraphed for me to come north--while I was enjoying the canvas-backed ducks of "Maryland, my Maryland," and nursing my vengeance. I came "up north;" but it was of no use. I never saw Brown of Philadelphia again, or recovered my lost capital. It had gone where the good, or bad, niggers go; and I only hope "Brown" has gone there too! This misfortune filled up the measure of my troubles, though they were numerous enough already. To get employment of a regular character, which became more necessary to me now than ever--was as impossible as it had been all along! Nobody seemed to want anybody like me, in spite of my being not unskilled in foreign languages, and up to clerk's work--having not yet forgotten the book-keeping which my crammer had crammed into me for the benefit of the "Polite Letter Writer Commissioners." I was not actually in necessity, as I had still sufficient funds left to defray my bare living expenses for some months, with strict economy; but I had not come to America merely to exist! I had left home to make my fortune, I tell you; and, how could I be satisfied at this state of things? I was losing time, day by day; and not approaching one whit nearer to the object of my life! In addition to these reflections, I had found out the truth of the time- honoured maxim, "coelum non animam mutant qui trans mare currunt."--I might go from the old world to the new; but I could not leave my old memories, my old thoughts behind me! At first, the novelty of things about me distracted my attention. I was in a strange country amongst fresh faces, all connected only with the present, so that, I had little time to look back on the past. Besides, I was hopeful of carving out a new career for myself; and hope is a sworn antagonist to retrospection. But, as I began to get used to the place and people, never-forgotten scenes and associations came back to mind, which I felt were more difficult to banish now, three thousand miles away, than when I was on the spot with which they had been connected.