using companion; for his fancy was exceedingly lively, and
his manners altogether afforded a very favourable specimen of the old,
the gentlemanly school. At an appointed hour his carriage came for him,
and we parted, perhaps never to meet again.

Such agreeable incidents, however, are not common, as the frequenters of
the coffee-houses are, I think, usually taciturn characters, and averse
to conversation. I may, however, be myself in fault. Our countrymen in
general, whatever may be their address in improving acquaintance to the
promotion of their own interests, have not the best way, in the first
instance, of introducing themselves. A raw Scotchman, contrasted with a
sharp Londoner, is very inadroit and awkward, be his talents what they
may; and I suspect, that even the most brilliant of your old
class-fellows have, in their professional visits to this metropolis, had
some experience of what I mean.

ANDREW PRINGLE.

When Mr. Snodgrass paused, and was folding up the letter, Mrs. Craig,
bending with her hands on her knees, said, emphatically, "Noo, sir, what
think you of that?" He was not, however, quite prepared to give an
answer to a question so abruptly propounded, nor indeed did he exactly
understand to what particular the lady referred. "For my part," she
resumed, recovering her previous posture--"for my part, it's a very
caldrife way of life to dine every day on coffee; broth and beef would
put mair smeddum in the men; they're just a whin auld fogies that Mr.
Andrew describes, an' no wurth a single woman's pains." "Wheesht,
wheesht, mistress," cried Mr. Craig; "ye mauna let your tongue rin awa
with your sense in that gait." "It has but a light load," said Miss
Becky, whispering Isabella Tod. In this juncture, Mr. Micklewham
happened to come in, and Mrs. Craig, on seeing him, cried out, "I hope,
Mr. Micklewham, ye have brought the Doctor's letter. He's such a funny
man! and touches off the Londoners to the nines."

"He's a good man," said Mrs. Glibbans, in a tone calculated to repress
the forwardness of Mrs. Craig; but Miss Mally Glencairn having, in the
meanwhile, taken from her pocket an epistle which she had received the
preceding day from Mrs. Pringle, Mr. Snodgrass silenced all controversy
on that score by requesting her to proceed with the reading. "She's a
clever woman, Mrs. Pringle," said Mrs. Craig, who was resolved to cut a
figure in