and took it round in front and returned it. Here Mr. Fellowes showed tokens of fear, and he 鏉窞澶滅敓娲昏鍧?hallowed out, 鈥淟acquey, why don鈥檛 you take a stick and beat them off, don鈥檛 you see they are robbing me?鈥?”No sir, that handkerchief he thought was something that you had overlooked sticking to your clothes, and he brought it to your notice,” said the lacquey. 鈥淭hen tell them I am broke and drive them off.鈥?鈥淵es, sir, if I can.鈥?Here he went to work in earnest, explaining that the Count had run out of money but he had a plenty in the Bank, and they could get no more to-day. Then they went away about a rod and seemed buried in reflection. They started to come again, but the Col. backed, while the lacquey appealed to their reason by informing them that were it the king himself, he could not carry all his money with him. Mr. Fellowes shook himself and tried to put on a pleasing countenance, but we could not for our lives maintain our gravity at his lesson of familiarity while 鏉窞娌瑰帇鎸夋懇浼氭墍浣撻獙 learning Dutch.
We walked up the beach, and conversed on the subject of the North Sea and Sir John Franklin, when all of a sudden Mr. Fellowes called to the coachman to drive up. I looked around and saw the beggars coming. We lost no time in retreating. While passing through the gates of the city, I noticed a bronze lion placed in the position of a guardian over it. I said, what an awful condition Daniel must have been in when in the lion鈥檚 den. 鈥淣o worse,鈥?said the Col. 鈥渢han I was in with the Dutch!鈥?Here a boy opened a door on the Col.鈥檚 side, that he might descend. As the Col. stepped out, he alighted on the Dutchman鈥檚 wooden shoe, and tripped himself up. As he picked himself up and moved towards the hotel door, he exclaimed in an under tone, d鈥斺€攏 the Dutch.
It must not be supposed that Mr. Fellowes meant any harm to the Dutch, but, they were not in his opinion, as agreeable as they might be. He left next day, although he 鏉窞姘寸（浼氭墍 intended staying a week 鈥渓earning Dutch.鈥?
ON! ON! TO WATERLOO.
Without noting Rotterdam, Holland鈥檚 lowest town, and Antwerp, an old Flemish town, I am at the carpet city of Belgium, Brussels, on my way to Waterloo. I have a little old lacquey I just hired and he is as cute as a mink. 鈥淎ll ready, sir,鈥?said he, 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇濂崇収鐗?鈥渟hall I drive you to the Palace or the Museum?鈥?鈥淣o sir, on to Waterloo!鈥?Here the hackman remonstrated鈥攈e was not engaged for twelve miles and only engaged inside the city walls, and would not go to Waterloo this cold wet day for less than twenty francs. 鈥淕o on, sir,鈥?said I, and he traversed the whole of the Brussels Boulevard before he passed the gates. Here we are at the battle-field where Wellington rose and Napoleon fell. Wellington conquered the master of the world. Byron says, in his Ode on Napoleon,鈥?
鈥溾€橳is done! but yesterday a king,
And armed with kings to strive;
And now thou art a nameless thing鈥?
鈥淚s this the man with thousand thrones
Who strewed our earth with hostile bones,
And 鏉窞妗戞嬁瓒虫荡 can he yet survive?
Since he miscalled the morning star,