Government! Fabricius, deceived by the great resemblance of Bouffe to
the person he represented, agreed, and actually wrote to the King of
Holland a triumphant despatch, announcing his own diplomatic dexterity.
Every post saw a huge packet of letters to the King, containing
various documents and papers; some assuming to be in the handwriting of
Guizot--some, of Nothomb--some, of the Duke of Wellington--and two or
three of King Leopold himself. The task of undeceiving the unhappy
dupe was taken by his Majesty Louis Philippe, who having, at an evening
reception at Neuilly, exposed his attempted corruption, coolly turned
his back and refused to receive him.

Another dive into this chaotic mass of reminiscence! A letter from poor
Granthorpe, whose sad suicide remains the unexplained and unexplainable
mystery of all who knew him. A man whose mind was remarkable for its
being so deeply imbued with sentiments of religious truth--whose whole
life was, so to say, devotional--is found dead, the act being by his own
hand! No circumstance of domestic calamity, no pecuniary difficulty, not
even a passing derangement of health, to account for the terrible event.
Here is his note; we were but new acquaintances at the time, and it
begins,--

"Dear Sir,

"From the conversation we held together lately at Lord N----'s
table, I believe I shall not misinterpret your
sentiments by supposing that any new fact connected with
Waterloo will interest you strongly. I therefore enclose you
a memoir, drawn up a few evenings back at W------. It was
begun by way of a regular refutation of Alison, whose views
are so manifestly incorrect; the idea of publication is,
however, abandoned, and I am at liberty merely to shew it to
such of my friends as take a more than common interest in
the transaction.

"Truly yours,

"S. Granthorpe."

The memoir which accompanied this is curious for two reasons: first,
from its authenticity; and, secondly, from the fact that, being dictated
from beginning to end, it is as clear, as consecutive, as free from
unnecessary, and as full of all necessary detail, as if the events were
of a few days' back, and that no recital of them had yet been given
to the world. Two or three anecdotes (new to me, at least) were
interspersed here and there, not for themselves, but as circumstantially
evidencing facts of some importance.

One, I remember, alluded to a