Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1851-03-27

him; proposing that they should repair imme-
diately to place in the neighborhood, where
the railroad cars stopped on their way to New
York, and from thence proceed to that city,
adding, You know there is no overtakine a
railroad car, so all pursuit of US will be in
vain; besides, when once married all will be
safe, as you are of age. and mistress of your
own fortune Finding continued Mr..
Smith, that he was likely to succeed in per-
suading Miss Bentley to accompany him,
could no longer restrain my indignation, which
prompted me 10 rush down the bank and adopt
summary measures in rescuing the young lady
from the hands of so infamous scoundrel,
whom nothing but my nnwllingness to disturb
the company prevented me from exposing as
soon as saw him.
Don't believe him, screamed Mrs. Blake
Bentley. 'Mr. Smith, indeed Who is to
take his word, Who knows what Mr.. Smith
is1'
do said voice from the crowd, and
there stepped forward gentlemen who had
arrived in chaise with a friend about half an
hour before. 4 had the pleasure of knowing
him Intimately in England, when was min
lster to the court of St. James,
May be you bought your tins at his shop,
said Aunt Quimby
The ex-ambassador in low voice exchane-
ed few words with Mr.. Smith and then
taking his hand, presented him as the Earl Of
Huntlngford, adding, The only tin he deals in
is that produced by his extensive mines in
Cornwall
lhe whole company were amazed into ST.
lence OF some moments after which there was
general buzz of favorable remark Captain
Cheston shook hands with him, and all the
gentlemen pressed forward to be more particu-
larly introduced to Lord Huntingford.
Dear me- said Aunt Quimby, to think
that | should have been so sociabe with a lore
and real one too And to think how he
drank tea at Billy Fairfowl's in the back par
lor, and ate bread and butter just like any 9th
er man. And how he saved Jane and picked
up Johnny. | suppose must not speak tc
yon now, Mr.. Smith, for don't know how tc
begin calling you my lord And you don
seem like the same man, now that Won car
look and talk like other people; and (excuse
my saying SOY but even your dress looks gen.
teller
Call me still Mr.. Smith, if you choose re.
piled Lord Huntingford and turning to Cap
tain Cheston, he continued, Under that name
| have had opportunities of obtaining much
knowledge Of your unique and interesting coun
try-knowledge that will be useful to me al
the remainder of my life, and that could no
SO well have acquired in my real character
He then explained. that being tired of trav
cling in Europe, and having an earnest desir
to see America thoroughly, and more par,icu
larlv to become acquainted with the state of so
ciety among the middle classes (always th
truest sample Of national character) he had OF
taking his passage in one of the Liverpoo
packets, given his name as Smith, and put OF
the appearance of a man in very common life
resolving TO preserve his incognito as long a
he could. His object being to observe and I,
listen, and fearing that if he talked much h,
might Inadvertently betray himself, he endeav
ored to acquire habit of taciurnty. As il
frequently the case, he rather overdid his as
sumed character and was much amused a
perceiving himself rated somewhat below med
iocrity, and regarded as poor Mr.. Smith.
But where is that Baron fellow said Mrs
Quimby. 4 dare say he has sneaked off ano
taken the railroad himself, while we were al
busy about Lord Smith,
He has, he has, sobbed Miss Bentley, who
in spite of her grief and modification, had
joined the group that surrounded the English
nobleman; And he has run away with my
beautiful diamond ring
Did he steal it from your finger,' askee
Aunt Quimby, eagerly; because if he dit
you can send constable after him.
Il shall do no such thing replied Matild;
tartly, then turning to her mother she added
1t was when we first went to walk by the riv
er side. He took my hand and kissed it, an,
proposed exchanging rings, and so let hin
have it, and he said he did not happen to hav,
any ring of his own about him, but he woul,
give ME magnificent one that had been pre-
sented to him by some emperor or king
Now think of it, exclaimed Mrs. Bent
ley, he never gave me back my gold essence
bottle with the emerald stopper
Now | remember, said Miss Turretville
he did not return me the beautiful fan he tool
out of my hand the evening at Mrs. De Min
gle's. And doubt also if he restored her di
amond opera glass TO the Princess of SAKE
Blinkenberg.
The Princess of SAKE Fiddlestickl = ex
claimed Aunt Quimby, DO you suppose he
ever really had any thing to do with such peo.
pie. Between ourselves, thought it was all
fudge the whole time he was trying to make
us believe he was Rand and glove with women
that had crowns on their heads, and men with
diamond coats, and kings that shot peach
stones. The more he talked, the more he
looked like Jacob Stimbel. I'm not apt to for
get people, so it would be strange if did moi
remember our Jake, and l never saw create,
likeness
Well, for my part, said Miss Turretville,
candidly. really did think he had serfs, and
a castle with ramparts, and did believe in the