W. Landholm.

“P.  S. Isn’t Inchbald a good fellow?”

The next post went out with the answer.

“To William Landholm, Esq., North Lyttleton, Sassafras Co.

“My dear Rufus,

“Stick to your choice.  Go West, and do not come here.  Do not be discouraged by the fact of making money.  And don’t try to turn Fortune’s wheel by force, for it will break your arms.

“Yours ever,

“Winthrop Landholm.”

Winthrop did not tell them at home that he was giving lessons in the classics several hours daily, in order to live while he was carrying on his own studies; nor that, to keep the burden of his kind hosts, as well as his own burden, from growing any heavier, he had refused to eat with them; and was keeping himself in the most frugal manner, partly by the help of a chop-house, and partly by the countenance and support of a very humble little tin coffee-pot and saucepan in his own attic at home.  Mr. Haye’s front door he had never entered, and was more than indifferent where or what it led to.

“Why for do you not come to your friend, Mr. Haye, ever?” said Mr. Herder to him one day.

“I am short of time, Mr. Herder.”

“Time! —­ But you come to see me?”

“I have time for that.”

“I am glad of it,” said the naturalist, “for there is no person I like to see better come into my room; but ozer people would like to see you come in too.”

“I am not sure of that, Mr. Herder.”

“I am sure,” said his friend looking kindly at him.  “You are working too much.”

“I can’t do that, sir.”

“Come wiz me to Mr. Haye to-night!”

“No sir, thank you.”

“What for do you say that?”

“Because it is kind in you to ask me,” said Winthrop smiling.

“You will not let nobody be of no use to you,” said the naturalist.

Winthrop replied by a question about a new specimen; and the whole world of animate nature was presently buried in the bowels of the earth, or in the depths of philosophy, which comes to about the same thing.

But it fell out that same day that Winthrop, going into the chop-house to fit himself for hard work with a somewhat better dinner than usual, planted himself just opposite a table which five minutes after was taken by Mr. Haye.  It happened then that after the usual solitary and selfish wont of such places, the meals were near over before either of the gentlemen found out he had ever seen the other.  But in the course of Mr. Haye’s second glass of wine, his eye took a satisfied fit of roving over the company; and presently discovered something it had seen before in the figure and face opposite to him and in the eye which was somewhat carelessly running over the columns of a newspaper.  Glass in hand Mr. Haye rose, and the next instant Winthrop felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Mr. Landholm —­ isn’t it?  I thought so.  Why, I’ve been on the point of coming to look after you this last fortnight past, Mr. Landholm, but business held me so tight by the button —­ I’m very glad to meet you —­ Will you join me? —­”