he had a gold-headed cane,
with which he once knocked my grandfather down--he was an astute one,
but, as you say, mistaken, particularly in himself. I have read his life
by Arbuthnot, it is in the library of our college. Farewell! I shall
come no more to this dingle--to come would be of no utility; I shall go
and labour elsewhere, though . . . how you came to know my name, is a
fact quite inexplicable--farewell to you both.'

He then arose, and without further salutation departed from the dingle,
in which I never saw him again. 'How in the name of wonder, came you to
know that man's name?' said Belle, after he had been gone some time.

'I, Belle? I knew nothing of the fellow's name, I assure you.'

'But you mentioned his name.'

'If I did, it was merely casually, by way of illustration. I was saying
how frequently cunning people were mistaken in their calculations, and I
adduced the case of old Fraser of Lovat, as one in point; I brought
forward his name because I was well acquainted with his history, from
having compiled and inserted it in a wonderful work, which I edited some
months ago, entitled "Newgate Lives and Trials," {27} but without the
slightest idea that it was the name of him who was sitting with us; he,
however, thought that I was aware of his name. Belle! Belle! for a long
time I doubted in the truth of Scripture, owing to certain conceited
discourses which I had heard from certain conceited individuals, but now
I begin to believe firmly; what wonderful texts there are in Scripture,
Belle! "The wicked trembleth where--where--"'

'"They were afraid where no fear was; thou hast put them to confusion,
because God hath despised them,"' said Belle; 'I have frequently read it
before the clergyman in the great house of Long Melford. But if you did
not know the man's name, why let him go away supposing that you did?'

'Oh, if he was fool enough to make such a mistake, I was not going to
undeceive him--no, no! Let the enemies of old England make the most of
all their blunders and mistakes, they will have no help from me; but
enough of the fellow, Belle, let us now have tea, and after that--'

'No Armenian,' said Belle, 'but I want to ask a question: pray, are all
people of that man's name either rogues or fools?'

'It is impossible for me to say, Belle, this person being the only one of
the name I have ever personally known. I suppose there are good and bad,
clever and foolish, amongst them, as