truth. But let us proceed. Oh how a man might preach upon the folly and credulity of mankind, and take his text from this letter!'

As to your stealing this lady's fortune, it is certainly no more than a compound of the last crime; but that does not lessen its magnitude.—Thoughtless boy! how could you have the bold audacity to set yourself against the jealous laws both civil and religious, of such a kingdom as France. In this business I find Mr. Figgins chose to cut a great figure,
—'Oh I am glad to find I am brought in at last. Indeed I cut as great a figure at one place as another, except indeed the robbery at Calais, which this villanous Charles Hazard chose to conceal even from me, to preserve a false delicacy to a rascally brother, who, in return for saving him from the gallows, has connived with his infernal mother to load him with unmerited infamy.'—
But I shall write to him upon the subject.
'And he will answer you Mr. Standfast,' said Figgins.
In the mean time I shall only say that your conduct was madness, and your motive infamous: for though what you did could not be wholly excused, it might in some degree have admitted of palliation, had

you been actuated only by a disinterested generosity to your principal; but stipulating for terms with him, and receiving a part of the money, as the price of your iniquity, confirms the principles of villany in you so fully, that volumes of the best precepts and ages of the best examples I fear could not reclaim you.

'Why no Mr. Standfast,' cried Figgins, 'I do not think they could; for what signifies washing any thing white that is pure already? Damned, damned mischievious cat,' added Figgins, and then went on.

I hope you felt your loss of five hundred pounds at cards, as a judgment on you.

'Well said!' exclaimed Figgins; 'truly parsonic. Mr. Standfast's belief is like his barn; it swallows any thing.'

The reflection that the man who plundered you is a proscribed character, and murder his crime, perhaps first induced your acquaintance, and afterwards how could hearts so congenial avoid a society with each other.—


'This is saucily impudent indeed,' said Charles.
'Damnably so,' said Figgins, and went on.

—But let it mortify you to reflect that you were not to enjoy the fruits of your wickedness, but that it was to be wrested from you