will recollect that the loves of two young people in the city of Exeter, named Horatio Reeves and Drusilla Street, were brought under the Lord Chancellor's notice the other day, and that his lordship thereupon issued an injunction, prohibiting the said Horatio from marrying the said Drusilla.* It has, moreover, been stated, that these youthful lovers, instigated, no doubt, by that " giant dwarf, Don Cupid," and not having the fear of the Fleet before their eyes, eloped from Exeter, with the intention of uniting themselves, in defiance of the solemn injunction abovementioned. Now it appears that they contrived to elude the pursuit that was made after them by the father of Miss Drusilla, and also by the officers of the Court, who were anxious to serve the enamoured Horatio with a copy of the injunction. In this perdicament, application was made to Bishop-“ Indefatigable Bishop," as he is sometimes called-one of the principal BowStreet officers, and he soon discovered their retreat. He found them, by some means or other best known to himself, in Myrtleplace, or Myrtle-grove, Hoxton. Perhaps it was the name of the place that led him thither, for where could a pair of lovers be more appropriately concealed than in a myrtle grove? Andalas! that an officer's cruel eye Should e'er go thither, Such sweets to wither! But so it was he did go, and of course he spoiled every thing -indeed, it would seem that he had no sooner made his appearance at the front door of the house, than "love few out at win dow"-the lady's love at least. It was about dusk, in the evening of Wednesday, when Bishop. armed with full powers for the capture of the lady's person, proceeded in a hackney-coach to Hoxton, and, alighting at a short distance from the house in which he believed the lovers were concealed, he left his coach in waiting and walked in silence towards the house. Not the slightest sound was heard from within, but he had no sooner lifted the knocker, than the door was opened by a young lady fully equipped for travelling-it was the fair fugitive, Drusilla herself! She was surrounded by trunks * See our last number page 214. and band boxes, and as it afterwards appeared, she was at that very moment waiting the return of her beloved Horatio, who was gone to call a coach to convey them to some other place of refuge. "Your name, I believe, Miss, is Drusilla Street-and you are lately arrived from Exeter?" said Bishop, with his accustomed courtesy. "O dear, no Sir!" exclaimed the lady, "I am Miss the daughter of the mistress of this house." Bishop remarked that he had no doubt she was telling a fib, and desired her to introduce him to her mother. No: she could not do this, and she was just going out; but if he would walk into the parlour her mother would come to him presently. Bishop was not to be had in this way, and so taking the young lady by the hand, he led her into the parlour, and, having rung the bell, the mistress of the house shortly appeared, who disclaimed all relationship to her, and declared she knew no more of her than that she was the "strange young lady" who came to her house with a young gentleman a day or two ago, and hired apartments for a week. Bishop now told Miss Drusilla his business, and she wept for at least a minute and a half; but she no longer denied that she was the identical Drusilla who ran away from Exeter with Horatio Reeves; and wiping away her tears, she put her handkerchief in her pocket-her reticule we mean, she declared she wss glad she was caught, and should be happy to return to her friends, if she was but "sure the Lord Chancellor would do nothing to her." Bishop told her he had no doubt she would be very kindly received; and offering her his hand, she tripped lightly to the coach he had in waiting for her, The luggage was then put into the coach, and he was just about to drive off when another coach drove up, and out jumped Mr. Horatio Reeves--" Oh! Sir," exclaimed the landlady, who was still standing at the door-Oh! sir, they have taken away the lady!" "Who has taken her?" demanded the astonished lover, 66 Why I have," replied Bishop, and ordered the coachman to drive on-crack went the whip, and away went the horses "But who could paint Horatio as he stood. -He did not stand so many seconds, however, but ran after the 66 coach like a greyhound, jumped up behind, and peeping in at the window called mournfully upon Drusilla. "Drusilla, my angel, where are you going?"-His angel sat snugly in the corner of the carriage, and made no reply; but Bishop, looking out at the opposite window, said, come, come, young chap, don't be rude, or I shall be under the necessity of taking you somewhere-get down from the coach instantly, or I'll take you into my custody." Horatio took the hint and jumped down; but like a true Knight, he continued to follow, even on foot panting and puffing-and no doubt perspiring lustily, till the coach stopped in Bow-street; and then, his Drusilla having been deposited in a place of safety without seeing him-for he could not with all his fervour, keep up with the coach-he attempted a parley with Bishop. But all he could make of it, and, indeed, all he seemed to care about, was his share of the luggage carried off with the lady. Bishop told him if he would call at the Public Office in Bow-street next morning, he should have what belonged to him; and with this promise he departed, apparently pretty comfortable. Bishop is a shrewd sort of a subject-his main object, no doubt, in getting him to call at the office was to give the Chancery Solicitors an opportunity of serving him with a copy of the injunction; and, if so, he completely succeeded, for Horatio was punctual in calling for "his share of the luggage." He was shown into a private room, where, neither the copy of the injunction nor " his share of the luggage" being ready, he amused himself with a volume of “Coke upon Lyttleton"-Instead of pacing the room with "distraction in aspect," and his arms folded across his breast to keep his heart down. In short, it was very evident that he was still more comfortable than he was at his parting on the preceding night. By the bye, notwithstanding the desperate adventure he had undertaken, he seems of a cool phlegmatic temperament, and how "the infant" could have fallen so deeply in love with him we cannot imagine; for, though he has a pleasing obliquity of vision in his eyes, his nose is embossed with very angry-looking pustules, and his person is remarkably spare and uncouth.—But -de gustibus non est disputandum. At length, after he had pored over "Coke upon Lyttleton,” and "The statutes at Large," for about an hour and a half, the Chancery Solicitor arrived, and served him with a copy of the injunction; and, had it been a tavern bill of fare, he could not have taken it more comfortably. He opened it, turned it about in different directions, looked at it, (vacantly enough), both on the outside and the inside, played with the red tape that bound it, and then-thrust it into his coat pocket." I have sent for your proportion of the luggage, Sir, and it will be here directly," said Bishop. Horatio gave a nod, as much as to say "thank ye," and looked out at the weather. In a minute or two, "his share of the luggage" arrived. It consisted of some dirty shirts and cravats tied up in an old silk handkerchief, and a little bandbox. Horatio opened the band-box. There was a well-worn hat in it, some dirty cotton stockings, and two or three pair of gloves, that, somehow or other, had lost the ends of the fingers; and there was, moreover, a very nice pair of yellow morocco slippers, nearly new. Horatio turned over these things for some time, seemingly in a sort of brown study; and at last remarked that there was a piece of Irish cloth which he did not see amongst them. Bishop said he understood the Irish cloth belonged to the lady. "No, Sir," said Horatio, "it belongs to me; it was to make me some shirts: but it is of no great consequence, let her keep it." The cloth was sent for, however; Horatio tied it up in his. bundle, put the bundle under his arm, and, balancing the bandbox on the palm of his hand, he walked into the street, with the Lord Chancellor's injunction sticking out of his hinder pocket like the handle of a stew pan. Unfortunately, however, (for the picturesque), as he was crossing the street, the wind, which was rather high, blew the band-box from his hand; he attempted to catch it before it fell to the ground, but, instead of doing so, he struck it-up it went in the air, off flew the lid, and the old hat, the dirty stockings, the fingerless gloves, and the yellow morocco slippers, were scattered on the pavement. Horatiothe luckless Horatio-gathered them up as quickly as the wind, and the carts, and the coaches, would permit; but whilst he was busied in getting, them together, the injunction dropped from his pocket. At last he managed to cram them all, not forgetting the injunction, into the band-box, and, calling a coach, he set off for the White Horse Cellar, with the intention, no doubt, of returning to his original occupation in Exeter. The lady, in the course of the day, was delivered to her friends. in town; and thus have ended the loves of Mr. Horatio Reeves, and Miss Drusilla Street. DIOGENES AND HIS TUB. (From the French of Rabelais.) [Every one has heard of the celebrated French Wit, Doctor Francis Rabelais, though comparatively few of the present generation are acquainted with his writings; indeed, no one would dare to publish them in English at this day, when we are under such an infernal inquisition. It is our intention, from time to time, to cull such passages as are not likely to give offence, from his Garagantua and Pantagruel; at present, we shall give but a short specimen of his peculiar style, from his prologue to the third book.] "When Philip, King of Macedon, enterprised the siege and ruin of Corinth, the Corianthians, having received certain intelligence by their spies, that he, with a numerous army in battle array was coming against them, were all of them, not without cause, most terribly afraid; and, therefore, were not neglective of their duty, in doing their best endeavours to put themselves in a fit posture to resist his hostile approach, and defend their own city. 66 They sharpened and prepared spears, staves, pikes, brown bills, halberts, long hooks, lances, zagages, quarterstaves, eelspears, partisans, troutstav es, clubs, battle-axes, maces, darts, dartlets, glaves, javelins, javelots, and trunchions. "They set edges upon scymetars, cutlasses, bedalairs, backswords, tucks, rapiers, bayonets, arrow-heads, dags, daggers, mandousians, poigniards, whynyards, knives, skenes, sables, chipping knives, and raillons. Every man exercised his weapon; every man scowered off the rust from his natural hanger: nor was there a woman amongst them (though never so reserved and old) who made not her harness to be well furbished; as you know the Corinthian women of old were reputed to be very courageous combatants. 66 Diogenes seeing them all so warm at work, and himself not employed by the magistrates in any business whatsoever, he did very seriously (for many days together, without speaking one word) consider, and contemplate the countenances of his fellowcitizens. "Then on a sudden, as if he had been roused up and inspired by a martial spirit, he girded his cloak, scarf-ways, about his left |