tarily, without a moment's thought, (but certainly with the appearance of ill-nature,) I triumphantly handed round the box for the inspection of my brother-barristers. Fletcher, confused as might be supposed, slightly shoved it back to me :-his conduct on the trial having been known, a sensation became visible amongst the company, which I would almost have given up the box to have avoided exciting. His countenance, however, though not usually subject to be much impressed by kind feelings, clearly acquitted me of any intentional insult: in truth, I really felt as much as he did, when I perceived my error, and wished to pocket the prize without its creating further notice. But this was impossible: I was obliged to return thanks, which ceremony I went through very badly. Fletcher did not remain long, and I also adjourned at an early hour to the Bar-room, where the incident had preceded me. I now tried my best to put all parties into good humour, and finished the night by a much deeper stoup of wine than I should have indulged in at Lord Ormond's.

Next morming I found a billet from the Earl, enveloping a bank-note for £100, with these words :

"Dear Sir,

"My attorney did not do you justice; you will permit me to be my own attorney on this occasion.

"Your friend and humble servant,

" ORMOND AND OSSORY."

From that time to the day of his Lordship's death, I experienced from him, on every occasion within his reach, the utmost extent of kindness, civility, and friendship. His successor, with whom I had been so long and so very intimately acquainted, was whirled at an early age into the vortex of fashionable life and profligacy. Having lost his best guide and truest friend, his cousin Brian Cavanagh, many of his naturally fine qualities were either blunted by dissipation, or absorbed in the licentious influence of a fashionable connection: thus he became lost to himself and to many of those friends who had most truly valued him.

I have mentioned Walter, Marquess of Ormond, the more particularly because, extraordinary as it may appear, it certainly was to a fatal connexion of his (where I am sure he had not been the seducer), that I owe several of the most painful and injurious events of my life. Of the existence of this connexion I had irrefragable proof; and of its having operated as a

bar to the chief objects of my life and ambition, I have equal reason to feel convinced.

His Lordship married his own god-daughter, but too late to give a chance for reformation; and never have I remarked, through the course of a long, observing life, any progress more complete from the natural levities of youth to the confirmed habits of dissipation, from the first order of early talent to the humblest state of premature imbecility-than that of the late Marquess of Ormond!-who had, at one period of our intimacy, as engaging a person, as many manly qualities, and to the full as much intellectual promise, as any young man of his country.

DR. ACHMET BORUMBORAD.

Singular anecdotes of Dr. Achmet Borumborad-He proposes to erect baths in Dublin, in the Turkish fashion-Obtains grants from Parliament for that purpose-The Baths well executed-The Doctor's banquet-Ludicrous anecdote of nineteen Noblemen and Members of Parliament falling into his grand salt-water bath-The accident nearly causes the ruin of the Doctor and his establishment—He falls in love with Miss Hartigan, and marries her--Sudden metamorphosis of the Turk into Mr. Patrick Joyce.

UNTIL England dragged the sister kingdom with herself into the ruinous expenses of the American War, Ireland owed no public debt. -There were no taxes, save local ones: the Parliament, being composed of resident gentlemen, interested in the prosperity and welfare of their country, was profuse in promoting all useful schemes; and no projector, who could show any reasonable grounds for seeking assistance, had difficulty in finding a patron. On these points, indeed, the gentlemen who possessed influence, were often unguarded, and sometimes extravagant.

Amongst other projectors, whose ingenuity was excited by this liberal conduct, was one of a very singular description-a Turk who had come over, or (as the on-dit went,) had fled from Constantinople. He proposed to establish, what was greatly wanted at that time in the Irish metropolis, "Hot and Cold Sea-water Baths;" and by way of advancing his pretensions to public encouragement, offered to open free baths for the poor, on an extensive plan-giving them, as a Doctor, attendance and advice gratis, every day in the year. He spoke English very intelligibly; his person was extremely remarkable; and the more so, as he was the first Turk who had ever walked the streets of Dublin in his native costume. He was in height considerably above six feet, rather pompous in his gait, and apparently powerful; an immense black beard covering his chin and upper lip. There was, at the same time, something cheerful and cordial in the man's address; and, altogether, he cut a very imposing figure. Every body liked Doctor Achmet Borumborad: his Turkish dress, being extremely handsome without any approach to the tawdry, and crowned with an immense turban, drew the eyes of every passer-by; and I must say that I have never myself seen a more stately-looking Turk since that period.

The eccentricity of the Doctor's appearance