“Be it so; let them be alluded to between us no more.  Your cousin Janet is the happy wife of my friend and chaplain; and I am delighted to show my appreciation of her nobleness and purity, by all the kindness I can bestow on her relations.  Go down to Lincolnshire, Mr Andrews,” said his lordship, shaking hands with George, “and when you are installed in the mansion-house, write to me; and now, farewell.”

It is difficult to say whose heart was most filled with joy on this eventful day.  Lady Matilda, now happily married to Lord Merilands of the Guards, and the lovely Lady Mary Rosely, (shortly to be united to the young Earl of Gallowdale,) were pleased at the happiness of their friends; and certainly no prayer seemed to be more likely to receive its accomplishment than that which was poured forth, amidst the ringing of bells and the pealing of cannon, for the health and prosperity of Lord and Lady Berville.

Jack Stuart sat, with his eyes turned up to the ceiling, as if he were listening to the music of the spheres.

“The best novel I have ever read!” he exclaimed; “and now, all I have got to do is to get it copied fairly out, dedicate it to Lord William Lennox or Mr Henry Bulwer, and get my five or six hundred guineas.  It is a capital thing to lose on the Derby; for unless I had been drawn for the hundred and fifty, I don’t think the dovetail novel would ever have come into my head.”

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INSCRIPTION ON THE FOUNDATION STONE OF THE NEW DINING-HALL, &c., NOW ERECTING FOR THE HON.  SOCIETY OF LINCOLN’S INN.

    Stet lapis arboribus nudo defixus in horto
      Fundamen pulchrae tempus in omne domus. 
    Aula vetus lites legumque aenigmata servet,
      Ipsa nova exorior nobilitanda coquo.

FREE TRANSLATION.

      No more look
      For shady nook,
    Poor perspiring stranger! 
      Trees for bricks
      Cut their sticks,
    Lo! our salle-a-manager!

      Yon old hall,
      For suit and brawl,
    Still be famed in story;
      This must look
      To the cook
    For its only glory!

O.O.

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SCROPE ON SALMON FISHING.

     Days and Nights of Salmon Fishing in the Tweed.  By WILLIAM
     SCROPE, Esq., F.L.S. 1 vol. royal 8vo.  London, 1843.

We have here a work of great beauty in a pictorial and typographical point of view, and one which abounds with practical information regarding the bolder branches of the “gentle art.”  Mr Scrope conveys to us, in an agreeable and lively manner, the results of his more than twenty years’ experience as an angler in our great border river; and having now successfully illustrated, both with pen and pencil, two of the most exciting of all sporting recreations—­deer-stalking