pocket at that instant, and what interest he paid for it, and who gave it him. Finally there was a very neat, handsome traveling carriage, about which the gentlemen speculated. "A qui cette voiture la?" said one gentleman courier, with a large morocco moneybag and ear-rings, to another with ear-rings and a large morocco money-bag. "C'est a Kirsch je bense—je l'ai vu toute à l'heure qui brenoit des sangviches dans la voiture," said the courier, in a fine German French. a rich black, with purple and green reflections in the light. But changed as they were, the movements of the noble pair occupied Jos's mind entirely. The presence of a lord fascinated him, and he could look at nothing else. Those people seem to interest you a good deal," said Dobbin, laughing and watching him. Amelia too laughed. She was in a straw bonnet with black ribbons, and otherwise dressed in mourning: but the little bustle and holiday of the journey pleased and excited her, and she looked particularly happy. Jos waved his nand, scornfully glancing at the same time under his eyelids at the great folks opposite. "If you had made the voyages we have," he said, "you wouldn't much care about the weather." But never Kirsch emerging presently from the neigh- What a heavenly day," Emmy said, and borhood of the hold where he had been bel- added, with great originality, "I hope we lowing instructions, intermingled with poly-shall have a calm passage." glot oaths to the ship's men engaged in secreting the passengers' luggage, came to give an account of himself to his brother interpreters. He informed them that the carriage belonged to a Nabob from Calcutta and Jamaica, enormously rich, and with whom hetheless, traveler, as he was, he passed the was engaged to travel; and at this moment a young gentleman who had been warned off the bridge between the paddle-boxes, and who had dropped thence on to the roof of Lord Methuselah's carriage, from which he had made his way over other carriages and imperials until he had clambered on to his own, descended thence and through the window into the body of the carriage to the applause of the couriers looking on. The imperious young gentleman who gobbled the biscuits (and indeed it was time to refresh himself, for he had breakfasted at Richmond full three hours before), was our young friend George Osborne. Uncle Jos and his mamma were on the quarter deck with a gentleman of whom they used to see a good deal, and the four were about to make a summer tour. Jos was seated at that moment on deck under the awning, and pretty nearly opposite to the Earl of Bareacres and his family, whose proceedings absorbed the Bengalee almost entirely. Both the noble couple looked rather younger than in the eventful year of '15, when Jos remembered to have seen them at Brussels (indeed he always gave out in India that he was intimately acquainted with them). Lady Carabas's hair which was then dark was now a beautiful golden auburn, whereas Lord Carabas's whiskers, formerly red, were at present of night direfully sick in his carriage, where his courier tended him with brandy and water and every luxury. In due time this happy party landed at the quays of Rotterdam, whence they were transported by another steamer to the city of Cologne. Here the carriage and the family took to the shore, and Jos was not a little gratified to see his arrival announced in the Cologne newspapers as Herr Graf Lord von Sedley nebst Begleitung aus London.' He had his court dress with him he had insisted that Dobbin should bring his regimental paraphernalia: he announced that it was his intention to be presented at some foreign courts, and pay his respects to the sovereigns of the countries which he honored with a visit. Wherever the party stopped, and an opportunity was offered, Mr. Jos left his own card and the major's upon "Our Minister." It was with great difficulty that he could be restrained from putting on his cocked hat and tights to wait upon the English consul at the free city of Judenstadt, when that hospitable functionary asked our travelers to dinner. He kept a journal of his voyage, and noted elaborately the defects or excellencies of the various inns at which he put up, and of the wines and dishes of which he partook. As for Emmy, she was very happy and pleased. Dobbin used to carry about for her her stool and sketch-book, and admired the drawings of the good-natured little artist, as they never had been admired before. She sate upon the steamer's decks and drew crags and castles, or she mounted upon donkeys and ascended to ancient robber-towers, attended by her two aids de-camp, Georgy and Dobbin. She laughed, and the major did too, at his droll figure on donkey-back, with his long legs touching the ground. He was the interpreter for the party, having a good military knowledge of the German language; and he and the delighted George fought the campaigus of the Rhine and the Palatinate in the course of a few weeks, and by assiduously conversing with Herr Kirsch on the box of the carriage, Georgy made prodigious advance in the knowledge of High Dutch, and could talk to hotel waiters and postillions in a way that charmed his mother, and amused his guardian. was introduced to those divine compositions. this lady had the keenest and finest sensibility, and how could she be indifferent when she heard Mozart? The tender parts of Don Juan awakened in her raptures so exquisite, that she would ask herself when she went to say her prayers of a night, whether it was not wicked to feel so much delight as that with which " Vedrai Carino" and "Batti Batti" filled her gentle little Mr. Jos did not much engage in the after- bosom? But the major, whom she consultnoon excursions of his fellow-travelers. He ed upon this head, as her theological adviser slept a good deal after dinner, or basked (and who himself had a pious and reverent in the arbors of the pleasant inn-gardens. soul), said, that for his part, every beauty Pleasant Rhine gardens! Fair scenes of of art or nature made him thankful as well peace and sunshine-noble purple mountains, as happy; and that the pleasure to be had in whose crests are reflected in the magnificent listening to fine music, as in looking at the stream-who has ever seen you, that has stars in the sky, or at a beautiful landscape not a grateful memory of those scenes of or picture, was a benefit for which we might friendly repose and beauty? To lay down thank Heaven as sincerely as for any other the pen, and even to think of that beautiful worldly blessing. And in reply to some Rhineland makes one happy. At this time faint objections of Mrs. Amelia's (taken of summer evening, the cows are trooping from certain theological works like the down from the hills, lowing and with their "Washerwoman of Finchley Common," bells tinkling, to the old town, with its old moats, and gates, and spires, and chestnuttrees, with long blue shadows stretching over the grass; the sky and the river below flame in crimson and gold; and the moon is already out, looking pale toward the sunset. The sun sinks behind the great castle crested mountains, the night falls suddenly, the river grows darker and darker, lights quiver in it from the windows in the old ramparts, and twinkle peacefully in the villages under the hills on the opposite shore. So Jos used to go to sleep a good deal with his bandanna over his face and be very comfortable, and read all the English news, and every word of Galignani's admirable newspaper (may the blessings of all Englishmen who have ever been abroad rest on the founders and proprietors of that piratical print) and whether he woke or slept his friends did not very much miss him. Yes, they were very happy. They went to the opera often of evenings-to those snug, unassuming, dear, old operas in the German towns, where the noblesse sits and cries, and knits stockings on the one side, over against the bourgeoisie on the other; and his Transparancy the duke and his Transparent family, all very fat and good-natured, come and occupy the great box in the middle; and the pit is full of the most elegant slim-waisted officers with straw-colored mustaches, and twopence a day on full pay. Here it was that Emmy found her delight, and was introduced for the first time to the wonders of Mozart and Cimarosa. The major's musical taste has been before alluded to, and his performances on the flute commended. But perhaps the chief pleasure he had in these operas was in watching Emmy's rapture while listening to them. A new world of love and beauty broke upon her when she and others of that school, with which Mrs. Osborne had been furnished during her life at Brompton) he told her an eastern fable of the owl who thought that the sunshine was unbearable for the eyes, and that the nightingale was a most overrated bird. "It is one's nature to sing and the other's to hoot," he said, laughing, "and with such a sweet voice as you have yourself, you must belong to the bulbul faction." I like to dwell upon this period of her life, and to think that she was cheerful and happy. You see she has not had too much of that sort of existence as yet, and has not fallen in the way of means to educate her tastes or her intelligence. She has been domineered over hitherto by vulgar intellects. It is the lot of many a woman. And as every one of the dear sex is the rival of the rest of her kind, timidity passes for folly in their charitable judgments; and gentleness for dullness; and silence- which is but timid denial of the unwelcome assertion of ruling folks, and tacit protestantism-above all, finds no mercy at the hands of the female inquisition. Thus, my dear and civilized reader, if you and I were to find ourselves this evening in a society of greengrocers, let us say; it is probable that our conversation would not be brilliant; if, on the other hand, a greengrocer should find himself at your refined and polite tea-table, where every body was saying witty things, and every body of fashion and repute tearing her friends to pieces in the most delightful manner, it is possible that the stranger would not be very talkative, and by no means interesting or interested. And it must be remembered, that this poor lady had never met a gentleman in her life until this present moment. Perhaps these are rarer personages than some of us think of Jos, and the knowing way in which he sipped, or rather sucked, the Johannisberger, which he ordered for dinner. The little boy, too, we observed, had a famous appe for. Which of us can point out many such in his circle-men whose aims are generous, whose truth is constant, and not only constant in its kind but elevated in its degree; whose want of meanness makes them sim-tite, and consumed schinken, and braten, and ple who can look the world honestly in the face with an equal, manly sympathy for the great and the small? We all know a hundred whose coats are very well made, and a score who have excellent manners, and one or two happy beings who are what they call, in the inner circles, and have shot into the very centre and bull's eye of the fashion; but of gentlemen how many? Let us take a little scrap of paper and each make out his list. My friend the major I write, without any doubt, in mine. He had very long legs, a yellow face, and a slight lisp, which at first was rather ridiculous. But his thoughts were just, his brains were fairly good, his life was honest and pure, and his heart warm and humble. He certainly had very large hands and feet, which the two George Osbornes used to caricature and laugh at: and their jeers and laughter perhaps led poor little Emmy astray as to his worth. But have we not all been misled about our heroes, and changed our opinions a hundred times? Emmy, in this happy time, found that hers underwent a very great change in respect of the merits of the major. Perhaps it was the happiest time of both their lives indeed, if they did but know it— and who does? Which of us can point out and say that was the culmination-that was the summit of human joy? But at all events this couple were very decently contented and enjoyed as pleasant a summer tour as any pair that left England that year. Georgy was always present at the play, but it was the major who put Emmy's shawl on after the entertainment; and in the walks and excursions the young lad would be on ahead, and up a tower-stair or a tree, while the soberer couple were below, the major smoking his cigar with great placidity and constancy, while Emmy sketched the site or the ruin. It was on this very tour that I, the present writer of a history of which every word is true, had the pleasure to see them first, and to make their acquaintance. It was at the little comfortable Grand Ducal town of Pumpernickel (that very place where Sir Pitt Crawley had been so distinguished as an attaché; but that was in early days, and before the news of the battle of Austerlitz sent all the English diplomatists in Germany to the right about) that I first saw Colonel Dobbin and his party. They had arrived with the carriage and courier at the Erbprinz Hotel, the best of the town, and the whole party dined at the table d'hôte. Every body remarked the majesty kartoffeln, and cranberry jam, and salad, and pudding, and roast fowls, and sweetmeats, with a gallantry that did honor to his nation. After about fifteen dishes, he concluded the repast with dessert, some of which he even carried out of doors; for some young gentlemen at table, amused with his coolness and gallant free and easy manner, induced him to pocket a handful of macaroons, which he discussed on his way to the theater, whither every body went in the cheery social little German place. The lady in black, the boy's mamma, laughed and blushed, and looked exceedingly pleased and shy as the dinner went on, and at the various feats and instances of espièglerie on the part of her son. The colonel-for so he became very soon afterward-I remember joked the boy with a great deal of grave fun,.. pointing out dishes which he hadn't tried, and entreating him not to balk his appetite, but to have a second supply of this or that. It was what they call a gast-rolle night at the Royal Grand Ducal Pumpernicklisch Hof-or court theater; and Madame Schroeder Devrient, then in the bloom of her beauty and genius, performed the part of the heroine in the wonderful opera of Fidelio. From our places in the stalls we could see our four friends of the table d'hôte, in the loge which Schwendler of the Erbprinz kept for his best guests: and I could not help remarking the effect which the magnificent actress and music produced upon Mrs. Osborne, for so we had heard the stout gentleman in the mustaches call her. During the astonishing chorus of the prisoners, over which the delightful voice of the actress rose and soared in the most ravishing harmony, her face wore such an expression of wonder and delight that it struck even little Fipps, the blasé attache, who drawled out, as he fixed his glass upon her, “Gayd, it really does one good to see a woman caypable of that stayt of excaytement." And in the prison scene, where Fidelio, rushing to her husband cries Nichts, nichts, mein Florestan," she fairly lost herself, and covered her face with her handkerchief. Every woman in the house was sniveling at the time: but I suppose it was because it was predestined that I was to write this particular lady's memoirs that I remarked her. 66 The next day they gave another piece of Beethoven. "Die Schlacht bei Vittoria." Malbrook is introduced at the beginning of the performance, as indicative of the advance of the French army. Then come drums, trumpets, thunder of artillery, and groans of the dying; and at last, in a grand tri umphant swell," God save the King" is performied. There may have been a score of Englishmen in the house, but at the burst of that beloved and well-known music, every one of them, we young fellows in the stalls, Sir John and Lady Bullminster (who had taken a house at Pumpernickel for the education of their nine children), the fat gentleman with the mustaches, the long major in white duck troswers, and the lady with the little boy upon whom he was so sweet; even Kirsch, the courier in the gallery, stood bolt upright| in their places, and proclaimed themselves to be members of the dear old British nation. As for Tapeworm, the Secretary of Legation, he rose up in his box and bowed and simpered as if he would represent the whole empire. Tapeworm was nephew and heir of old Marshal Tiptoff, who has been introduced in this story as General Tiptoff, just before Waterloo, and who was colonel of the th regiment in which Major Dobbin served, and who died in this year full of honors, and of an aspic of plover's eggs; when the regiment was graciously given by his majesty to Colonel Sir Michael O'Dowd, K.C.B., who had commanded it in many glorious fields. Tapeworm must have met with Colonel Dobbin at the house of the colonel's colonel, the marshal, for he recognized him on this night at the theater; and with the utmost condescension, his majesty's minister came over from his own box, and publicly shook hands with his new found friend. "Look at that infernal sly boots of a Tapeworm," Fipps whispered, examining his chief from the stalls. "Wherever there's a pretty woman he always twists himself in." And I wonder what were diplomatists made for but for that? This lady is Mrs. George Osborne," said the major, and this is her brother Mr. Sedley, a distinguished officer of the Bengal civil service permit me to introduce him to your lordship." lounged about the lobbies, and we saw the society take its departure. The duchess dowager went off in her jingling old coach, attended by two faithful and withered old maids of honor, and a little snuffy spindleshanked gentleman in waiting, in a brown jasey and a green coat covered with orders of which the star and the grand yellow cordon of the order of St. Michael of Pumpernickel was most conspicuous. The drums rolled, the guards saluted, and the old carriage drove away. Then came his Transparency the Duke and Transparent family, with his great officers of state and household. He bowed serenely to every body. And amid the saluting of the guards, and the flaring of the torches of the running footmen, clad in scarlet, the Transparent carriages drove away to the old ducal Schloss, with its towers and pinnacles standing on the Schlossberg. Every body in Pumpernickel knew every body. No sooner was a foreigner seen there, than the Minister of Foreign Affairs, or some other great or small officer of state, went round to the Erbprinz, and found out the name of the new arrivals. We watched them, too, out of the theater. Tapeworm had just walked off, enveloped in his cloak, with which his gigantic chasseur was always in attendance, and looking as much as possible like Don Juan. The prime minister's lady had just squeezed herself into her sedan, and her daughter, the charming Ida, had put on her calash and clogs: when the English party came out, the boy yawning drearily, the major taking great pains in keeping the shawl over Mrs. Osborne's head, and Mr. Sedley looking grand, with a crush opera-hat on one side of his head, and his hand in the stomach of a voluminous white waistcoat. We took off our hats to our acquaintances of the table d'hôte, and the lady, in return, presented us with a little smile and a courtesy, for which every body might be thankful. The carriage from the inn, under the superintendence of the bustling Mr. Kirsch, was in waiting to convey the party; but the fat man said he would walk, and smoke his cigar on his way homeward; so the other three, with nods and smiles to us, went without Mr. Sedley. Kirsch, with the cigar-case, following in his master's wake. My lord nearly sent Jos off his legs, with We all walked together, and talked to the the most fascinating smile. "Are you going stout gentleman about the agrémens of the to stop in Pumpernickel," he said. It is place. It was very agreeable for the Ena dull place: but we want some nice people, glish. There were shooting parties and bat-and we would try and make it so agreea- tues; there was a plenty of balls and enterble to you. Mr.-Ahem-Mrs.-Oho. I tainments at the hospitable court; the society shall do myself the honor of calling upon was generally good; the theater excellent, you to-morrow at your inn."—And he went and the living cheap. away with a Parthian grin and glance, which he thought must finish Mrs. Osborne completely. The performance over, the young fellows And our minister seems a most delightful and affable person," our new friend said. "With such a representative, and—and a good medical man, I can fancy the place to be most eligible. Good night, gentlemen." his simpering, his scented cambric handkerAnd Jos creaked up the stairs to bedward, followed by Kirsch with a flambeau. We rather hoped that the nice-looking woman would be induced to stay some time in the town. CHAPTER LXIII. 66 chief, and his high-heeled lacquered boots. IN WHICH WE MEET AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE. SUCH polite behavior as that of Lord Tapeworm did not fail to have the most favorable effect upon Mr. Sedley's mind, and the very next morning, at breakfast, he pronounced his opinion, that Pumpernickel was the pleasantest little place of any which they had visited on their tour. Jos's motives and artifices were not very difficult of comprehension: and Dobbin laughed in his sleeve, hypocrite as he was, when he found by the knowing air of the civilian, and the off-hand manner in which the latter talked of Tapeworm Castle, and the other members of the When Tapeworm's doctor came, Doctor family, that Jos had been up already in the von Glauber, body physician to H.S.H. the morning, consulting his traveling Peerage. duke, he speedily convinced Jos that the Yes, he had seen the Right Honorable the Pumpernickel mineral springs and the docEarl of Bagwig, his lordship's father; he tor's particular treatment would infallibly was sure he had; he had met him at-at restore the Bengalee to youth and slimness. the levee-didn't Dob remember? and when" Dere came here last year," he said, the diplomatist called on the party, faithful" Sheneral Bulkeley, an English Sheneral, to his promise, Jos received him with such a salute and honors as were seldom accorded to the little envoy. He winked at Kirsch on his excellency's arrival; and that emissary instructed beforehand, went out and superintended an entertainment of cold meats, jellies, and other delicacies, brought in upon trays, and of which Mr. Jos absolutely insisted that his noble guest should partake. tvice so pic as you, sir. I sent him back quite tin after tree months, and he danced vid Baroness Glauber at the end of two." Jos's mind was made up, the springs, the doctor, the court, and the Chargé d'Affaires convinced him, and he proposed to spend the autumn in these delightful quarters. And punctual to his word, on the next day the Chargé d' Affaires presented Jos and the major to Victor Aurelius XVII., being conducted to their audience with that sovereign by the Count de Schlüsselback, marshal of the court. Tapeworm, so long as he could have an opportunity of admiring the bright eyes of Mrs. Osborne (whose freshness of complexion bore daylight remarkably well) was not ill pleased to accept any invitation to They were straightway invited to dinner stay in Mr. Sedley's lodgings; he put one at court; and their intention of staying in or two dexterous questions to him about town being announced, the politest ladies of India and the dancing-girls there; asked the whole town instantly called upon Mrs. Amelia about that beautiful boy who had Osborne; and as not one of these, however been with her, and complimented the as- poor they might be, was under the rank of a tonished little woman upon the prodigious baroness-Jos's delight was beyond expressensation which she had made in the house; sion. He wrote off to Chutney at the club and tried to fascinate Dobbin by talking of to say that the service was highly apprethe late war, and the exploits of the Pumper-ciated in Germany, that he was going to show nickel contingent, under the command of the hereditary prince, now Duke of Pumper nickel. Lord Tapeworm inherited no little portion of the family gallantry, and it was his happy belief, that almost every woman upon whom he himself cast friendly eyes, was in love with him. He left Emmy under the persuasion that she was slain by his wit and attractions, and went home to his lodgings to write a pretty little note to her. She was not fascinated; only puzzled by his grinning, his friend, the Count de Schlüsselback, how to stick a pig in the Indian fashion, and that his august friends, the duke and duchess were every thing that was kind and civil. Emmy, too, was presented to the august family, and as mourning is not admitted in court on certain days, she appeared in a pink crape dress, with a diamond ornament in the corsage, presented to her by her brother, and she looked so pretty in this costume that the duke and court (putting out of the question the major, who had scarcely ever seen |