ow all that."

"Really, sir, you run on at such a rate----"

"Way I've got--few leading points all you want--time precious--money
(old saw)--Bliffins--clerkship--don't you take?"

"I think I recollect the name, now. But I must inquire into the
character of the applicant. How did he lose his fortune?"

"Unbounded benevolence--heart like an ox--bigger--endorsing notes for
friends--founding hospitals for indigent Africans--temperance
movement--philanthropy expensive--but you know all that."

"The office in question requires a good penman. Can your friend write
well?"

"Splendid hand--copperplate--_currente calamo_--shine in your eyes."

"Have you a specimen of his penmanship?"

"Cords at home--some in pocket. Here you have it! no, that's my
washerwoman's bill. Ah, here it is!" and Jack pulled out a crumpled
note, and placed it before the governor.

The governor scanned the document curiously, and with great difficulty
deciphered the following words, which he read silently:--

"Dear Jack,--Fashion has been beaten, and I lost on the mare. I shall
back Tom Hyer to the extent of my pile. He is training finely. Bricks
has a couple of Santa Anna's game cocks for me, on board the Raritan,
at Lewis's wharf. Can you run down and get 'em from the steward? Yrs,
&c."

The governor smiled as he handed back the note, but made no remark.

"Where can I communicate with you, sir?" he asked.

"Dog and Thistle, Blackstone Street. I'll write my address."

So Jack wrote his address card, (by the way, he wrote a splendid
hand,) and took his leave of the governor.

From the Adams House he posted to Louisburg Square, where the Trevors
were living in great style. Slightly acquainted with Miss Trevor, he
found no difficulty in being admitted to her presence. After rattling
over a few commonplace topics, he came to the object of his mission.

"Have you seen Bliffins lately?"

"Not very," replied the fair one, languidly.

"Dying, ma'am, dying."

"Is it possible? What's the matter, sir?"

"Love--desperation--patience on a monument couldn't sit there
forever--heart ache--only one thing to save him."

"Indeed! and what is that?"

"He loves you, madam, passionately, devotedly, enormously--Petrarch,
Abelard, lukewarm lovers in comparison. Throws himself at your
feet--save him!--marry him quick! or you'll lose him!--say yes."

"Sir, my father will communicate with you," said the lady, rising to
terminate the interview.

"Dog