<<What do you want?"

"Thee do know I want to marry Kitty Carrots."

"Damn you, and Kitty Carrots!"

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Well, I declare, if thee hast not learn'd to swear, among thy other imperfections!" "None of your impertinence, sir! but tell me what the devil brought you here?" "Nobody-I comed all aloane."

"And what did you come for?"
"To give thee this here letter."
"Who brought it ?"

"I brought it—can't thee see?”
"Who gave it to you, Dunderhead?"
It ben't mine; it be your's."

"Who was the bearer?"

Hey! suppose I were to bring letters, as post do, and to be ar'd where I came from?-Ecod! they might chop my head off, before I could tell them.-However, the currier (as we do call 'em in the harmme) said it comed from one Sir Arthur O'Bradley-

("Oh! rare Arthur O'Bradley !")

and that I were to give it thee, immeniately.”

The letter was address'd to

Esq. and ran thus

" SIR,

Travers,

"As I have not the honor of your acquaintance, except by sight, I'll not abuse you. But, you have insulted me, behind my back, when I was not present, and must give me the satisfaction of a gentleman. You have rival'd me with a lady; which is a thing my honor won't suffer me to put up. Therefore, choose your weapons, if you please, and be at Chalk Farm, by seven o'clock, this evening; where you will meet, "Sir,

"Your obedient servant,

"ARTHUR O'BRADLEY."

Philip was pondering on the contents of the above, the purport of which he could not comprehend, when he was join'd by Vulture.

"You come a-propos," said Philip, smiling; "I have just received a challenge." "From some fine woman, I suppose;" answer'd Vulture.

"From a man; what will surprise you much, from a man whom, to my knowledge, I never saw; and whose very name I am ignorant of. Read, and tell me whether you ever met with a more out of the way, heterogeneous epistle."

"It smacks strongly of the brogue," said Vulture. "To say truth, I know the man-ás odd a character as any about town. He is turn'd of fifty; was, I am told, when some score of years younger, a devilish handsome fellow; and a mighty favorite among the ladies. Forgetting, like many others, what tricks the mower, old Father Time, plays upon our visages, he still looks upon himself as entitled to the regard of any fair lady; and had, I am told, endeavour'd to make himself agreeable to a great many. He is hotheaded; but, I believe, has a good heartand, where his honor is not concern'd, is good temper'd. There must be some mi take. Let us call, and know what the Hibernian (if he can tell us) is driving at."

"We must first know where to find him,"

said Philip; "there is not any date to his letter."

"We shall learn in St. James's-Streetevery body knows Sir Arthur O'Bradley."

"Oh! yes," observed Humphry, who was brushing his master's coat, "every body

knows that

“Oh! rare Arthur O'Bradley !"

Travers gave a check to his servant's vocal propensity, and walk'd with his friend to St. James's, where he procured Sir Arthur's address-who lived in Conduit-Street. Thither they went, and found him sipping his chocolate.

"I rejoice to see you, jontlemen," he said- Mr. Travers, I believe? Upon my conscience! I never can be grateful enough for the alacrity with which you have honor'd my invitation. You are very unlike some jontlemen, who often, in similar instances, forget they were ever ask'd. You have not breakfasted? Sam, bring more cups, boil some eggs, and get some hung

beef broil'd, and tell the cook not to oil the butter upon the toast, to turn my guests' stomach. And, by the bye, send out for a yard and a half of black ribbon (of any color) to tie my hair; for I lost mine, last night, and I believe, that is the reason I have not it. So we are to take our amusement this morning, then, instead of my time.You'll excuse my getting my hair put in order if you plaise-Pray, take your coffee --we have the whole day before us, for business."

"Excuse us," said Philip, so soon as the servant had withdrawn-"this is a visit of business, not of compliment. I have been honor'd by a letter from you, Sir Arthur; and, when I protest to you that I am totally ignorant of that wherewith you have thought proper to charge me, I think, I am authorised to demand an explanation."

"You shall have it with all the pleasure in life, sir, if you desire it. But, why need we take the trouble of an explanation, now, when our swords, or pistols, can argue better upon the subject?"

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