G.S." My friend Sheldon is a man who can never have been more than "yours et-cetera" to any human creature.

I suppose what he calls ruin would be a quiet passage through the Bankruptcy Court, and a new set of chambers.

I should not suppose that sort of ruin would be very terrible for a man whose sole possessions are a few weak-backed horsehair chairs, a couple of battered old desks, half a dozen empty japanned boxes, a file of _Bell's Life_, and a Turkey carpet in which the progress of corruption is evident to the casual observer.
The hunting-up of the Judsons is a very easy matter as compared to the task of groping in the dimness of the past in search of some faint traces of the footsteps of departed Haygarths.

Whereas the Haygarth family seem to be an extinct race, the Judsonian branch have bred and mustered in the land; and my chief difficulty in starting has been an _embarras de richesse_, in the shape of half a page of Judsons in the Ullerton directory.
Whether to seek out Theodore Judson, the attorney, in Nile street East, or the Rev.James Judson, curate of St.Gamaliel; whether to appeal in the first instance to Judson & Co., haberdashers and silk mercers, of the Ferrygate, or to Judson of Judson and Grinder, wadding manufacturers in Lady-lane--was the grand question.

On inquiring of the landlord as to the antecedents of these Judsons, I found that they were all supposed to spring from one common stock, and to have the blood of old Jonathan Haygarth in their veins.