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GE about thirty. Height five feet nine inches and a halffair complexion-light grey eyes -small reddish-brown whiskers, close trimmed,-short dark hair. Speaks fast, in a high key, and has a habit of drawing out his shirtsleeves from beneath his cuffs.When last seen, was dressed in a dark surtout, fancy necktie, black cloth waistcoat, Oxford-mixture trousers, and Balmoral boots.Wore a black hat with maker's name inside-Block and Co. 401 Regent Street. Whoever will give such information to the authorities as may lead to the discovery of the above, shall receive-A Reward!'

Such was the placa.d that afforded a few minutes' speculation for the few people who had leisure to read it, one fine morning about a week after Mrs. Stanmore's eventful ball, and towards the close of the London season; eliciting, at the same time, criticism not altogether . favourable on the style of composition affected by our excellent police. The man was missing, no doubt, and had been missing for some days, before anxiety created by his absence, growing int alarm for his safety, had proded the foregoing advertisement, prompted by certain affectionate misgivings of Mr. Bargrave, since the lost sheep was none other than his nephew, Tom Ryfe. The old man felt, indeed, seriously discomposed by the prolonged absence of this, the only member of his family. It was unjustifiable, as he remarked twenty times a day, unfeeling, unheard-of, unaccountable. He rang for the servants at his private residence every quarter of an hour or so, to learn if the truant had returned. He questioned the boy at the office sharply and repeatedly, as to orders VOL. XV.-NO. XC.

left with him by Mr. Ryfe before he went away, only to gather from the answers of this urchin, who would indeed have forgotten any number of such directions, that he looked on the present period of anxiety in the light of a holiday and festival, devoutly praying that his taskmaster might never come back again. Finally, in despair, poor Bargrave cast himself on the sympathy of Dorothea, who listened to his bewailings with stolid indifference, when sober, and replied to them by surmises of the wildest improbability, when drunk.

Alas! in common with so many others of her class, the charwoman took refuge from care in constant inebriety. Her imagination, thus stimulated, pointed, like that of some old Castilian ̧ adventurer, steadily to the west.

'Lor, Mr. Bargrave!' she would say, staring helplessly in his face, and yielding to the genial hiccough which refused to be kept down, 'he be gone to 'Merriky, poor dear -to better hisself-I make no doubt. Don't ye take on so. It's a weary world-it is-and that's where he be gone, for sure!'

Yet she knew quite well where he was hidden all the time; and, inasmuch as she had some regard for her kind old employer, the knowledge almost drove her mad. Therefore it was that Dorothea, harassed by conflicting feelings, drowned her sorrows perseveringly in the bowl.

For a considerable period this poor woman had suffered a mental torture, the severest, perhaps, to which her sex can be subjected. She had seen the man she lovedand, though she was only a drudge, and not by any means a tidy one, she could love very dearly,-—she

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