He's looking out for happiness--I for revenge!" And Mr.Jinks scowled at a stable-boy until the terrified urchin hung his head in awe, respect, and admiration.

The great militaire was not superior to humanity, and even this triumph elated him.

He set forth, therefore, on Fodder, feeling like a conqueror.
If this veracious history were a narrative of the life and adventures of Mr.Jinks alone, we might follow the great conspirator in his various movements on this eventful day.

We might show how he perambulated the town of Winchester on his noble steed, like a second Don Quixote, mounted for the nonce upon the courser of Sancho Panza, while Rosinante recovered from his bruises.

Though the illustration might fail if carried further, inasmuch as Mr.Jinks encountered no windmills, and indeed met with no adventures worth relating, still we might speak of his prying inquisition into every movement of the hostile Irish--detail his smiling visits, in the character of spy, to numerous domicils, and relate at length the manner in which he procured the information which the noble knight desired.