"digest it! Lord! mamma, we digest everything at Eton, without thinking about it. It all comes natural to us. We had hot rolls, and bricks, and eggs, and jellies-and sausages, of course-and peaches, and ham and cold fowl, and grapes, and tea, and coffee, and chocolate, and potted meat, (I like potted beef best,) and creams, with cakes, and little things of that sort just spread about, so that you might just peck at them while you were waiting to be served; it was all done in capital style, and we made a regular brozier of poor Browne's breakfast"

"A brozier, my dear boy!-what's that?'

"Oh, that's what we say when we clear everything off, as we sometimes do at our Dame's, for fun; and as there wasn't enough, we had some more hot sausages, just to finish, and that's all."

"All!" said his father; "I should think it

was."

"Did mortal ever hear of such a medley of things in a human creature's inside," said his mother, with hands uplifted in astonishment.

"And how do you conduct yourselves on these state occasions," asked Mr. Coverley, considerably amused with his son's unsophisti cated descriptions. "Pray, what did you

have for your share? You could not partake of everything?"

"Oh, don't we, though! We're not particular, but we just begin on what comes first-some one thing, and some another. But that's nothing to what we do when we have a dinner party."

"A dinner-party! Upon my word!" said his father," a set of urchins, with unwiped noses, giving dinner-parties, and thinking

themselves grown men, of course! Upon my word, this is beginning rather early. Well, well, I suppose it will all correct itself. And now, Frank, if you don't mean to eat that veal-pie, dish and all, and brozier your mamma and me, you must be walking."

"Do, pray, Coverley, let the dear boy eat. Bless him! it's a pleasure to see him enjoy himself. But boys have such extraordinary appetites! Good gracious, what a breakfast! I shall never forget it!"

Frank having given ample evidence by his masticatory powers at the luncheon, of his capacity for the discussion of an Eton breakfast, the parties proceeded to the house of the clergyman of the village, who had held his small living for many years, and for whom Mr. and Mrs. Coverley entertained the highest respect and regard. Mr. Lesley was a widower,

with an only daughter, Clara, a handsome little girl, about a year younger than Frank, and who, from the propinquity of the families, had been Frank's earliest playmate, and the object of his boyish attachment- an attachment, however, which was threatened with a formidable rivalship in the person of Brobdignag, with whom Frank took the present occasion to make his playfellow acquainted; expatiating largely on his many excellent qualities, and assuring her that he was the most terrible catdestroyer in the kingdom. He invited the young lady, also, to take the first opportunity to visit Coverley Hall, in order that he might have the pleasure of introducing her to the raven, who was, as he averred with much energy, without any exception, the most curious and remarkable bird ever known, and

that he fed it on raw liver chopped fine, and the freshest and juiciest worms, every morning. He further informed Clara, in a rapid conversation, of various of his exploits at Eton, such as shirking school, shamming sick, playing tricks on the French master, and of several wonderful catches at cricket, which had gained him considerable distinction at the college.

The young lady, on her part, made Frank the confidant of a few private communications relative to a most extraordinary bullfinchthe most intelligent and affectionate little creature ever seen-which eat out of her mouth, and whistled God save the King-almost. She related also a few select anecdotes of a most wonderful kitten, which she had rescued from the hands of some wicked marauders;