ative of my adventures with unfeigned interest. At the end he said--

"I think you had best quit Corsica with the least possible delay.
And, if I may advise you further, you will follow the road northwards to
Bastia, avoiding all short cuts. In any case, avoid the Niolo.
I happen to know something of the Ceccalde, and their temper; and, believe
me, I am counselling you for the best."

MY LADY'S COACH.

_From the Military Memoir of Capt. J. de Courcy, late of the North Wilts
Regiment_.

There were four of us on top of the coach that night--the driver,
the guard, the corporal and I--all well muffled up and swathed about the
throat against the northwest wind; and we carried but one inside
passenger, though he snored enough for six. You could hear him above the
chink of the swingle-bars and the drumming of our horses' hoofs on the
miry road. What this inside fare was like I had no means of telling;
for when the corporal and I overtook the coach at Torpoint Ferry he was
already seated, and being served through the door with hot kidney pasty
and hot brandy-and-water. He had travelled down from London--so I learned
from the coachman by whose side I sat; and as soon as he ceased cursing
the roads, the inns, the waiters, the weather and the country generally,
his snores began to shake the vehicle under us as with the throes of Etna
in labour.

The corporal squatted behind me with his feet on the treasure-chest and
his loaded musket across his thighs, and the guard yet farther back on the
roof nursing a blunderbuss and chanting to himself the dolefullest tune.
For me I sat drumming my heels, with chin sunk deep within the collar of
my greatcoat, one hand in its left hip-pocket and the other thrust through
the breast-opening, where my fingers touched the butts of a brace of
travelling pistols.

I was senior ensign of my regiment (the North Wilts), and my business was
to overtake a couple of waggons that had started some seven or eight hours
ahead of us with a consignment of pay-money to be delivered at Falmouth,
where two of His Majesty's cruisers lay on the point of sailing for the
West Indies. The chest over which I mounted guard had arrived late from
London: it was labelled "supplementary," and my responsibilities would end
as soon as I transferred it to the lieutenant in charge of the waggons,
which never moved above a walking-pace, and always, when conveying
treasure, under escort of eight or ten soldiers or