of protracted litigation.  Two massive iron chests occupied the walls on each side of the fireplace; and round the whole area of the room were piled one upon another large tin boxes, on which, in legible Roman characters, were written the names of the parties whose property was thus immured.  There they stood like so many sepulchres of happiness, mausoleums raised over departed competence; while the names of the parties inscribed appeared as so many registers of the folly and contention of man.

But from all this Newton could draw no other conclusion than that his uncle had plenty of business.  The fire in the grate was on so small a scale, that, although he shivered with the wet and cold, Newton was afraid to stir it, lest it should go out altogether.  From this circumstance he drew a hasty and unsatisfactory conclusion that his uncle was not very partial to spending his money.

But he hardly had time to draw these inferences and then take up the newspaper, when the door opened, and another party was ushered into the room by the clerk, who informed him, as he handed a chair, that Mr Forster would return in a few minutes.

The personage thus introduced was a short young man, with a round face, bushy eyebrows, and dogged countenance, implying wilfulness without ill-nature.  As soon as he entered, he proceeded to divest his throat of a large shawl, which he hung over the back of a chair; then doffing his great coat, which was placed in a similar position, he rubbed his hands, and walked up to the fire, into which he insinuated the poker, and immediately destroyed the small symptoms of combustion which remained, reducing the whole to one chaos of smoke.

“Better have left it alone, I believe,” observed he, reinserting the poker, and again stirring up the black mass, for the fire was now virtually defunct.

“You’re not cold, I hope, sir?” said the party, turning to Newton.

“No, sir, not very,” replied Newton, good humouredly.

“I thought so; clients never are:  nothing like law for keeping you warm, sir.  Always bring on your cause in the winter months.  I do, if I can; for it’s positive suffocation in the dog-days!”

“I really never was at law,” replied Newton, laughing; “but if ever I have the misfortune, I shall recollect your advice.”

“Never was at law!  I was going to say, what the devil brings you here? but that would have been an impertinent question.  Well, sir, do you know, there was a time at which I never knew what law was,” continued the young man, seating himself in a chair opposite to Newton.  “It was many years ago, when I was a younger brother, and had no property:  no one took the trouble to go to law with me; for if they gained their cause, there were no effects.  Within the last six years I have inherited considerable property, and am always in hot water.  I heard that the lawyers say, ‘causes produce effects.’  I am sure I can say that ’effects have produced causes!’”