CHAPTER XXIII.
TOONARBIN.
"But," I think I hear you say, "What has become of Mary Hawker all this time?
You raised our interest about her somewhat, at first, as a young and beautiful woman, villain-beguiled, who seemed, too, to have a temper of her own, and promised, under circumstances, to turn out a bit of a b--mst-ne.

What is she doing all this time?
Has she got fat, or had the small-pox, that you neglect her like this?
We had rather more than we wanted of her and her villanous husband in the first volume; and now nothing.

Let us, at all events, hear if she is dead or alive.
And her husband, too,--although we hope, under Providence, that he has left this wicked world, yet we should be glad to hear of it for certain.

Make inquiries, and let us know the result.

Likewise, be so good as inform us, how is Miss Thornton ?" To all this I answer humbly, that I will do my best.