"I will save you the trouble of trying to recollect me--you never saw me before .-- But do not let me disturb your studies--I am in no hurry, and my business can wait your leisure." "I am much obliged," said Mr.Cargill; "have the goodness to take a chair, if you can find one--I have a train of thought to recover--a slight calculation to finish--and then I am at your command." The visitor found among the broken furniture, not without difficulty, a seat strong enough to support his weight, and sat down, resting upon his cane, and looking attentively at his host, who very soon became totally insensible of his presence.

A long pause of total silence ensued, only disturbed by the rustling leaves of the folio from which Mr.Cargill seemed to be making extracts, and now and then by a little exclamation of surprise and impatience, when he dipped his pen, as happened once or twice, into his snuff-box, instead of the inkstandish which stood beside it.

At length, just as Mr.Touchwood began to think the scene as tedious as it was singular, the abstracted student raised his head, and spoke as if in soliloquy, "From Acon, Accor, or St.John d'Acre, to Jerusalem, how far ?" "Twenty-three miles north north-west," answered his visitor, without hesitation.
Mr.Cargill expressed no more surprise at a question which he had put to himself being answered by the voice of another, than if he had found the distance on the map, and indeed, was not probably aware of the medium through which his question had been solved; and it was the tenor of the answer alone which he attended to in his reply.--"Twenty-three miles--Ingulphus," laying his hand on the volume, "and Jeffrey Winesauf, do not agree in this." "They may both be d----d, then, for lying block-heads," answered the traveller.
"You might have contradicted their authority, sir, without using such an expression," said the divine, gravely.
"I cry you mercy, Doctor," said Mr.Touchwood; "but would you compare these parchment fellows with me, that have made my legs my compasses over great part of the inhabited world ?" "You have been in Palestine, then ?" said Mr.Cargill, drawing himself upright in his chair, and speaking with eagerness and with interest.
"You may swear that, Doctor, and at Acre too.

Why, I was there the month after Boney had found it too hard a nut to crack .-- I dined with Sir Sydney's chum, old Djezzar Pacha, and an excellent dinner we had, but for a dessert of noses and ears brought on after the last remove, which spoiled my digestion.

Old Djezzar thought it so good a joke, that you hardly saw a man in Acre whose face was not as flat as the palm of my hand--Gad, I respect my olfactory organ, and set off the next morning as fast as the most cursed hard-trotting dromedary that ever fell to poor pilgrim's lot could contrive to tramp." "If you have really been in the Holy Land, sir," said Mr.Cargill, whom the reckless gaiety of Touchwood's manner rendered somewhat suspicious of a trick, "you will be able materially to enlighten me on the subject of the Crusades." "They happened before my time, Doctor," replied the traveller.
"You are to understand that my curiosity refers to the geography of the countries where these events took place," answered Mr.Cargill.
"O! as to that matter, you are lighted on your feet," said Mr.
Touchwood; "for the time present I can fit you.