did I meet in my journey anything to discourage me. Some suspected me of being a runaway ’tis true, and looked severely at me; but I minded them not; and one man, a wagoner who carried me a whole night in his wagon, owned that he had taken me in gratuitously, for the purpose of having me delivered up; but that I fairly sung and talked him into a regard for me, during the night. Few charged me anything for what I eat, and I brought more than half my crown into Bristol with me. I had besides a pair of silver buckles in my shoes, and a silver seal to my watch.” You had a watch then?-- “Yes--value sixpence, one of those they sell at fairs. I had bought it about half a year before--put a nice green riband to it, and a twopenny key.--This it was that got me the silver seal, and I’ll tell you how. The Sunday after I bought it, I stood in the aisle of the church, looked at the great clock, and pompously pulling out my pewter watch, and looking at it as proudly as it were a real one, affected to wind it up and set it, studiously comparing it with the church clock and putting it up to my ear. A Mr. ----,[5] a worthy man of some opulence, who lived near us and was in the habit of coming to our house to take his pint, came up to me and, with a serious air, pulling out his old gold watch, with a gold dial plate, gravely said to me, while he inwardly laughed--“Pray sir what is the time of the day by your watch,--let us see, do our watches agree, sir:” I blushed.--“Nay, said he, I do but jest with you my child--you must not be angry with me. Come, come; if you have not a gold watch, you shall have a silver seal to tie to your riband,” saying which he brought me home and, taking one from the drawer of a black inkstand, gave it to me. What had a boy to fear that had three shillings in his pocket, a silver seal hanging to his watch _string_, and a pair of large silver buckles in his shoes? nothing--at least so I thought at that time.” (_To be continued._) [Footnote 3: I believe it was the man his mother married; but he never told me so, being retentive on that subject. --_Biog._] [Footnote 4: There are many people in America who remember Hodgkinson’s excellence in singing the famous laughing song “_Now’s the time for mirth and glee_.”] [Footnote 5: The writer laments that he has forgot this person’s name.] PORTRAIT OF THE CELEBRATED BETTERTON. (_Continued from page 140._)