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done to the feline race il the pages of romance, since the composition of the redoubtabie history of Wilmington Fuss in boots is creature in fairy land <, and ananimal not to be considered zooIo- gically like the dangerous Jacobina. Bunting and his tavorite are certainly amusing and ingenious. The Corpor- al's views oi life are discouraglng; and many will cry that they are as unfair as they are coarse. The view is Tomlin- sonian; and we cannot help feeling sur prised, that a writer who evidently most rejoices in cinyalrous and political morality-who, in fact, loves to view human nature only in its moods oi ex- altation and self fdeyotion-can take the pleasure he does in contemplating the wrong side of the picture, or is able so greatly to excel in deliueating mankind under its most degrading aspect. It may be alleged, that to do so is drama tic-that it is not Bulwer who speaks, but Bunting: but this same view of life occurs in almost every novel by the same writer, in some form or other; and we cannot help attributing il to the author. This implies that the same person has two ereeds; which, perhaps, after all, IS not So surprising as councils ard cler- gymen may suppose. However, the creed of Jacob Bunting is that the world IS divided into two classes, the eheaters and the cheated; the cheaters are men of the world, successful, meritorious.and respectable; the cheated are tools, as ses, unfortunate, unlncky, miserable and contelnptible. Society, with this re- sneetable person, is the art of mutual humbug; and he who is the chief mas ter of tie ait gets the best share the common goods of life. But Bunting shall speak for himself. Having enter ed the service of the squire's nephew the master andmanare jogging up from their natiye village to London, where the young man proposes to commence life.

 1.-The thought of London seems to have bewitched you. Did you expect 10 find the streets of gold since you were there last?'

 "A-weii, Sir; hears they be great- ly improved

 s.Pshaw! you talk Of knowing the world, Bunting, and yet you pant to en- terit with all the eineXperience of q boy. Why, even could set you an exam ple.''

 ssTis cause l knows the world,o said the Corporal, exceedingly nettled, "that l wants to get back toit. have heard of some spoonies as never kist girl; but never heard of any one who had 1ist girl once, that did not long to be at 1t again"

 ssAnd suppose, Mir. Profligate, t is that longing which makes you so hot for Londen?'

 ssThcre have been worse longing nor. tllat,p quoth the Corporal grayely.

 1sPerhaps you mediate marrying one of the London belles; an heiress- eh?"

 sCan't but say,n said the Corporal ve- ry solcmny, ssbut that might be 'ticed to marry fortin, if she was young, pret- ty, good-tempered, and fell desperately in love with me--best quality of all."

 .sYou're modest fellow"

 s1ssYsIhiy Why, tic longer q man lives, the more knows his value. Would not sell myself a bargain now, whatever might at attwenty-onep'

 s.at that rate you would be beyond all price atseventy, said Walter; ssbut now tell me, Bunting, were you ever in loye-reaIly and honestly in love?'

 ssIndeed, yourhonof, said the Cofpof- al, q have been over head and ears; but that was before l learnt 10 swim. Loves very like bathing. At first we go souse to the bottom, but if we're not drowned, then we gather pluck, grow calm, strike out gently, and make a deal pleasanter thing of it afore we've done. I'll tell you, sir what think of love; twixt you and me, Sir, 'tis not that great thing in life boys and girls want to make 1t out to be. If 'twere ones din- .ner, that would be summit, flor one can't do without that; but lauk, sir loves all in the fancy. Que does not eat nor drinkit; and as for the rest, why its bo- thern'

 aBunting, you're a beast,'' said Wal ter in q rage; for though the Corporal had come of with q slight rebnke for his sheer at religion. we grieve to say, that an attack on the sacredness of love seemed q crime beyond all federation to the theologian of tweity-one.

 The Corporal bowed, and thrust his tongue in his check.

 There was pause of some moments.

 uAnd what,'' said Walter, for his sn;rit was raised. and he likedrecurring