"He's won! he's won!" says Jemmy, waving her handkerchief; Jemimarann fainted, Lady Blanche screamed, and I felt so sick that I thought I should drop. All the company were in an uproar; only the Baron looked calm, and bowed very gracefully, and kissed his hand to Jemmy; when, all of a sudden, a Jewish-looking man, springing over the barrier, and followed by three more, rushed towards the Baron. "Keep the gate, Bob!" he holloas out. "Baron, I arrest you, at the suit of Samuel Levison, for——" But he never said for what; shouting out, "Aha!" and "_Sapprrrristie!_" and I don't know what, his Excellency drew his sword, dug his spurs into his horse, and was over the poor bailiff and off before another word: he had threatened to run through one of the bailiff's followers, Mr. Stubbs, only that gentleman made way for him; and when we took up the bailiff, and brought him round by the aid of a little brandy-and-water, he told us all. "I had writ againsht him, Mishter Coxsh, but I didn't vant to shpoil shport; and, beshidesh, I didn't know him until dey knocked off his shteel cap!" Here was a pretty business! SEPTEMBER. [1840. [Illustration: _A line engraving of Her Majesty._ ] OUT-RIDERS TO THE QUEEN. I'll have an excursion, a bit of desertion, September diversion, and where shall I go? If pleasure you mean, sir, at Windsor's the Queen, sir, I'd have you go in, sir, and see all the show.—At once, gay of heart, then for Windsor I start, and at Paddington see me _in train_ to depart; and as steam's all the go, as you very well know, if we go _slow_ to Windsor, we'll go _quick_ to _Slough_.—The engine's a great 'un (at desperate rate on, 'twill speed us nor heed us, while we laugh and scoff), all happy go merry, like gunpowder, werry, as soon _as it's fired_ the train _will go off_!—How rapid our pace is! I swear all the places, like horses at races, do seem to fly by! Oh! how precious quick now, and see if you're sick now, there's _Ealing_ to cure you, so physic's my eye! See old Mr. Zitters, who dotes upon bitters, and, in the West Indies, put _wormwood_ in shrubs: behold him alight now, to get appetite now (still bitters for ever!) at famed _Wormwood Scrubs_.— Here's Hanwell, where Smilem now weeps in th' Asylum; through _moonshine_ and _credit_ his trade cut its stick; woe followed his laughter, his wits they went after; a lunatic victim to _Luna_ and _tick_!—Well now we're at Slough, and no farther need go, our _raillery's_ over, the train has cried "_wo!_"—But the "bus," out and in, stows away thick and thin; dirt and clean, fat and lean, there for Windsor they pack; the sorry nags speed, very sorry indeed, with a whip at the flank and a load at the back.—Now all in a bustle, we rush to the Castle, and here comes the Queen ever smiling and gay, Hurrah! and God save her! she could not look braver; but those jockies in livery, pray