brushed with exquisite neatness; and her whole dress arranged with that nice attention to the becoming, the suitable both in form and texture, which would be called the highest degree of coquetry, if it did not deserve the better name of propriety.  Never was such a transmogrification beheld.  The lass is really pretty, and Ned Miles has discovered that she is so.  There he stands, the rogue, close at her aide, (for he hath joined her whilst we have been telling her little story, and the milking is over!)—­there he stands—­holding her milk-pail in one hand, and stroking Watch with the other; whilst she is returning the compliment, by patting Neptune’s magnificent head.  There they stand, as much like lovers as may be; he smiling, and she blushing—­he never looking so handsome, nor she so pretty, in all their lives.  There they stand, in blessed forgetfulness of all except each other—­as happy a couple as ever trod the earth.  There they stand, and one would not disturb them for all the milk and butter in Christendom.  I should not wonder if they were fixing the wedding-day.

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RECOLLECTIONS OF A R*T.

(Concluded from page 365.)

Finding a detachment just setting out to join the Grand Allied Army, I thought, as a true Briton, I could do no less than accompany it, and prevailed upon all our party to do the same.

The detachment with which I marched, consisted of 80,000.  As we had little baggage, having crossed the Rhine, we proceeded rapidly through a dull, uninteresting country.

The town of Coblentz is situated at the junction of the Rhine and the Moselle.  Here the majestic Rhine gently flows along in all its grandeur, separating the town from the noble fortress of Ehrenbreitstein.[1] I crossed over the bridge of boats, and made a most minute inspection of this very romantic castle, which gave me great pleasure indeed.  In a few days I availed myself of a passage-boat which was going to Mayence, and was quite enraptured with the view on all sides.  Rhenish wines, and perhaps also the water, I found did not well agree with my stomach; and no inconsiderable annoyance, I soon experienced.  They seemed, however, to have exactly the same effect upon every Englishman I saw, so I was not singular.  A little brandy soon, however, put me all to rights; and by the time I reached Strasbourg, I was perfectly well again, and able to do ample justice to her Splendid Pies!  I attended high mass in the great Cathedral of Strasbourg, and was surprised and pleased at the sight of 10,000 soldiers, in review order, drawn up within its walls.  It was tiresome enough work mounting to the top of the spire, (which I ascertained, by the steps I took, to be exactly 490 feet high, Strasbourg measure; and this is exactly eight feet higher than St. Peter’s at Rome), but I made it out, notwithstanding the sulky looks of the jackanapes