tempt the library subscriptions.

The

man may, as at Iver, make a living by it. The receipt is, two gallons of water, one quart of split peas soaked twentyfour hours in water, two pounds of potatoes well boiled the day before, skinned and mashed; herbs, salt, pepper, and two or three onions or leeks: boil them gently five hours, covering them up, and allowing as little evaporation as possible; then set by to cool, and there will be two gallons. This, well made, may be eaten at any table. The addition of some barleymeal the last half hour of making, and stirring a little, and rather less potatoes, I believe improves it; as does a salt herring or two cut to small pieces and boiled in it, or a little salt pork the same, or both. I sent down a large digester (which is at Palmer's, the ironmonger) last year, for boiling down bones, which of course should first be sawed into small pieces, and pounded in an iron mortar before they are put to boil: they make a

strong jelly with a little attention. The proper quantity of these ingredients will soon be ascertained, and the soup may be sold at various prices accordingly.

My family usually empty twenty-seven gallons of strong, and the same of tablebeer in a fortnight. I hope he will make the table-beer good: he may put, I think, three pounds of ginger to the table hogshead, and one or two to the strong. I should like some extra strong to be brewed. Some coarse lump sugar might be added, very little to the strong, and more to the table-beer; a little brandy to each, particularly to the tablebeer, might make them both keep. I shall inquire of Chissel about the house. You may say, if necessary, that I would settle every thing with you myself. I hope you will get on paper, against my return, the plan for rearing pigs, turkeys, Guinea fowls, &c. &c. Mrs. Modish, I believe, has been a little used to curious poultry.

When you like to go to the farm, if you will send for my groom and shew him this, he or another can drive you. there. It will be three or four weeks ere I return to Brighton.

I should like to have some malt wine; also some ginger as strong as possible. I should think one might have three or four times as much ginger as the receipt. Egg shells pounded to clear it.

I remain your's, truly, &c.

TIMOTHY FLIGHT.

Mrs. Mortimer of course attended to the directions in this letter; but although she offered to establish any poor person in a soup shop, the Baronet's humane intentions could not be carried into execution, as she could find no person who would take the trouble of making it; alleging that if they did, they should get no customers, as the poor disliked such miserable slops. Mr. Chissel, as soon as Sir Timothy Flight left Brighton, began –

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to give himself airs, and said that if any one went to the farm, unless by his permission, that he would use his horsewhip to them, with several other insolent speeches. The season being wet, the rain penetrated into several houses in High-street, and the window of the one in which Mrs. Mortimer formerly resided being open, a person who knew the landlord applied to Mr. Chissel for the key to shut it, when he received for an answer, that he had not the key, the house belonging to Mrs. Mortimer. She told Mr. Abraham Modish this, who said it was of no consequence to her, as Mr. Chissel must be answerable for any damages,

Mr.

Modish then told her he wished to have some serious conversation with her; that he had a very high opinion of her integrity, and he knew that she was a sincere friend to Sir Timothy Flight; that it would give him pleasure to assist and provide for her and her family; that she should recollect she was an unpro

tected woman, and that the weakest always went to the wall. How could she attempt to stand against so many; would it not be adviseable, as she had four children, for her to draw with him and Mr. Chissel, instead of telling the Baronet that he was imposed on, which could be of no use, as he was the secret spring which moved all Sir Timothy's actions? His sons never both left him, and he had the impression that they prevented his relations from confining him. In short, Miss Shark assisted them, and the Baronet was completely in their power: that it depended on herself to decide that he (Mr. Abraham Modish) could be the best friend she ever had in her life, or the most bitter enemy, as he could either provide handsomely for her and her children, or he could crush them to atoms at

once.

This speech was made in the presence of Miss Charlotte Modish and Mrs. Mortimer's two sons. She was shocked at