the impressive tone in which, at the end of a long grace, he prayed 'that the daily bread of our less favoured brethren might be mercifully vouchsafed to them.' . . . My dear readers, would you have me, even if I could, extricate him from such an Elysium by any denouement whatsoever? Poor dear Luke, again, is said to be painting lean frescoes for the Something-or-other-Kirche at Munich; and the vicar, under the name of Father Stylites, of the order of St. Philumena, is preaching impassioned sermons to crowded congregations at St. George's, Bedlam. How can I extricate them from that? No one has come forth of it yet, to my knowledge, except by paths whereof I shall use Lessing's saying, 'I may have my whole hand full of truth, and yet find good to open only my little finger.' But who cares for their coming out? They are but two more added to the five hundred, at whose moral suicide, and dive into the Roman Avernus, a quasi- Protestant public looks on with a sort of savage satisfaction, crying only, 'Didn't we tell you so?'--and more than half hopes that they will not come back again, lest they should be discovered to have learnt anything while they were there. What are two among that five hundred? much more among the five thousand who seem destined shortly to follow them? The banker, thanks to Barnakill's assistance, is rapidly getting rich again--who would wish to stop him? However, he is wiser, on some points at least, than he was of yore. He has taken up the flax movement violently of late--perhaps owing to some hint of Barnakill's--talks of nothing but Chevalier Claussen and Mr. Donellan, and is very anxious to advance capital to any landlord who will grow flax on Mr. Warnes's method, either in England or Ireland. . . . John Bull, however, has not yet awakened sufficiently to listen to his overtures, but sits up in bed, dolefully rubbing his eyes, and bemoaning the evanishment of his protectionist dream-- altogether realising tolerably, he and his land, Dr. Watts' well- known moral song concerning the sluggard and his garden.