"My mind was filled full with those blackguards," Thackeray once said to a friend.

It is easy enough to see that it was so.

In the passage which I have above quoted, his mind was running over with the idea that a rascal might be so far gone in rascality as to be in love with his own trade.
This was the last of Thackeray's long stories in _Fraser_.

I have given by no means a complete catalogue of his contributions to the magazine, but I have perhaps mentioned those which are best known.

There were many short pieces which have now been collected in his works, such as _Little Travels and Roadside Sketches_, and the _Carmen Lilliense_, in which the poet is supposed to be detained at Lille by want of money.