FAGGING. "VINCENT, I can bear this life no longer! Your persuasions even shall not stop me now; I'll run away to night!-Clean his shoes! I clean shoes! I, Henry De Florio, demean myself to brush a fellow's clothes, and black his dirty boots! My very heart seems as if it would burst, with pride and fury, when I think of the mean and shameful things, which that ill looking tyrant Calcraft has made me do for him since I have been at Richester! made me! made ME, the only son of General De Florio! Why, Vincent, I shall choke I really believe! In Calcutta I had one and twenty servants to wait on me-till I came over here, and was made the slave and fag of this skulking Calcraft, I never even saw a shoe cleaned; -and to day, when he kicked me for my awkwardness, if I had happened to have a pistol or dagger in my hand, there's no knowing what I should have done! All the noble blood of my Spanish ancestors seemed gushing through my brain! What did I do? What did I say, Vincent, for I am sure I was out of my senses יין "Why, Harry, you did and said that, which will get you such a thrashing from Calcraft, as you have never yet suffered, for I heard him-" "Suffered, Vincent! Do you think then, that I care for the pain of his blows? Oh, no! he might hack me to pieces, beat me to a mummy, trample me into the earth,-he should never hear a word of complaint from my lips, nor see an eyelid quiver; but I feel here, and here, (pressing his hands, as he spoke, first on his breast, and then on his forehead,) that this treatment will break my heart, or drive me mad! Yet such a pitiful scoundrel as Calcraft shall never have the triumph of breaking my heart, however; and I'll keep myself from the chance of being driven out of my mind, by running away; yes, I'll be off to night! No, now, don't try to persuade me out of my resolution; I am sorry you will not go with me: I think you are a good fellow, Vincent, but you have a mean spirit, or—" "A what, De Florio ?" said Vincent Piercy, interrupting him. "Mean, only because you submit to be tyrannized over, by a white faced cowardly fellow, who is not half your size. and has not a quarter of your sense. Now did you not tell me that you used to warm Varley's bed for him all last winter, by getting into it, just as you had begun to be comfortable in your own? And did you not fall asleep in it one night; and did not that halfstarved looking rat, Varley, come up stairs and find you asleep; and did he not pull you bang out upon the floor, and jump into the warm place himself? Now, I say, you are mean spirited, to bear such treatment from any one, but especially from such a dried eel's-skin, as Varley !" “If I am mean, you are not very generous, De Florio, to twit me with my misfortune. You |