I might compose myself as well as I was able over the _Caledonian Mercury_, with its ill news of the campaign of France and belated documents about the retreat from Russia; and, as I sat there by the fire, I was sometimes all awake with anger and mortification at what I was reading, and sometimes again I would be three parts asleep as I dozed over the barren items of home intelligence.

'Lately arrived'-- this is what I suddenly stumbled on--'at Dumbreck's Hotel, the Viscount of Saint-Yves.' 'Rowley,' said I.
'If you please, Mr.Anne, sir,' answered the obsequious, lowering his pipe.
'Come and look at this, my boy,' said I, holding out the paper.
'My crikey!' said he.

'That's 'im, sir, sure enough!' 'Sure enough, Rowley,' said I.

'He's on the trail.

He has fairly caught up with us.