broke. But here again he was discomfited, for upon consulting his tablets he discovered that the inquirer had crossed a living stream at low water, and thusrendered of no avail both his knowledge and time. Atall events to put the virtue of his science to the test, and afford his disciple some satisfactory and ocular proof of her good fortune, he conducted her into his workshop, which was curiously set out with furnaces, jars of various sizes and shapes, pans of different diameter and depth of lip, crucibles, alembics, retorts, and sieves, tongs, pestles and mor

tars.

In this curious place the artist proposed to experiment on the word "Robert," by burning a clay figure of a man in the sacred furnaces, so called from his having on a late occasion obtained a complete transmutation of one metal into another.

But while the credulous peeress is di

verted and teazed by Dr. Forman, we will glance upon her attendants.

Mistress Turner, in company of Trunco, the Doctor's woman, spent at least two hours in agreeable chit chat, which these dames sweetened with some excellent French wines, and a collation that had been previously conveyed thither from Lambeth Palace.

Coppinger and Weston disposed of themselves, we observed, where their company was both agreeable and entertaining. The former repaired to the Archbishop's Palace and received the hospitality of his Grace's domestic chaplain: the latter followed the same track, and was welcomed by one of the lac queys with whom he had once run the gantlope, and by the cook, Martin Franklin, who had a suit to prefer to the Viscount Rochester, and who therefore judged that, if he could engage Master Weston to gain the promise of the

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Countess of Essex, it would be presented, the prayer of the petition would be granted, and his Grace's cook would become purveyor for the King's Majesty.

Weston, who had by this time recovered from the effects of his carousal at the Mitre in Cheap, but who had lost none of his insolence, entered the palace kitchen with his arms a-kimbo, addressing Martin Franklin in these words." Baud to the mouth; thou bully cook, that killest thine own stomach to quicken thy master's, I greet thee well, Master Franklin."

"God-a-mercy! what wind blows thee thither Billy Weston?”—asked Martin Franklin.

"Good wind and stout rowers, bully cook. Why how now-in thy white sleeves, Master Franklin, and apron blanch, thou resemblest a priest in his ephod, Master Martin Franklin; and

seemest to be preparing a sacrifice rather than a supper."

"Gramercie, boy, hold thy tongue and sit thee down"-replied the cook. "Eat me some of this sallad, thou needest vegetables to cool thy warm

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"Vegetables," retorted Weston, grass for asses-thy sallad may justly be thought to personate an idol-thine office is a representation of Hell, where all sorts of creatures are tormented in flames to satisfy the depraved and various tastes of men."

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"Vegetables, my young master," said his Grace's cook, "vegetables? I could serve thee up a vegetable dessert, Dr. Caius himself would smack his lips after. See thee, here, sirrah, these quinces, this marmalade, these pomegranets, oranges sliced, and to be eaten with that rare sugar from the Indies; succate of the peel or bark thereof and

of some pomecitres, old apples and pears, prunes, raisins, dates, and Spanish nuts," and how far the cook would have run on it is impossible to say, had he not been stopped in his career by the page.

"All very good, thou vegetable whoreson, all excellent good," replied Weston," but give me some lamb, none of thy gross beef for my stomach; but set me out some dishes and sauces appropriate in their kind, with sweet junkets and confections of spiceries: I would eat a light supper, and even now it verges on five in the afternoon,—bear a hand in what thou dost."

"Here, my master, sit down with this fair napkin before thee," replied Martin Franklin, "no wooden knives now a days as I have seen; but Sheffield whittles, and spoons made o' the silver from the Indies."

"Aye, aye, Master Martin Franklin, thou talkest reason, as why not? thy