"Why, it can't be your turn," suggested Jenks. "Oh! I suppose it is though," said Peregrine Pultuney. "We have been here, you know, a year and a half, and most of the subalterns have gone off. Clay, you know, is in orders for Kurnaul; and Jones has been upon the sick list some time. The horse artillery subs do not go, and I am the next on the list-so go I must, whatever betide me. I suppose it's all owing to that ass, Tharawaddie, who will not keep quiet in Burmah. My uncle was talking the other day about the necessity of strengthening the frontier, so if I do go there, I hope I shall have something to do; there's one good thing in that, at all events."

Comforting himself with this reflection, and others of a like nature, Peregrine Pultuney began in a little time to think that the misfortune which had just befallen him was not so unbearable after all. These things always seem much worse at the first sight; they look large when first they become visible, but when we have quietly and deliberately scanned them, they sink into comparative insignificance, and we wonder at ever having been alarmed at them. He should have to give up lovemaking he knew, but then there was a likelihood of some war-making as a substitute, and perhaps it was better, all things considered, that his intimacy with Julia should be brought to a close. It could be productive of good to neither party-that he had sense enough to know; moreover, he was

just beginning to suspect that his affection for his pretty cousin was not quite so platonical after all; so, perhaps, it was better that they should part; yet when he began to think of it, he could not help acknowledging that it was altogether a confounded bore. He had never heard any thing good of Arracan; so the advantages of the place were all to be discovered; but he did know that there was one good thing in Calcutta-his own much beloved cousin Julia. He was young, however, and he was not one, whom any misfortune could easily depress, so calling to a servant to bring a chattah (umbrella), and asking Julian Jenks to accompany him, he determined to sally over to the mess, and look out for Khyook-Phyoo in the map, and read something about it, if he could, in that very excellent compendium of useful misinformation, entitled Hamilton's Gazeteer.

At the mess, he fell in with two or three of his brother officers, to whom he imparted the agreeable intelligence that had just been imparted to him; and it was, doubtless, a source of considerable gratification to our hero, that they one and all expressed their unfeigned regret at being about to lose so excellent a fellow; and it must not be considered any abatement of their sincerity, that they one and all congratulated themselves upon not being the party, whose unenviable position at the head of the roster had condemned to visit the transmarine Golgotha, to which Peregrine Pultuney was so lucklessly consigned.

After discovering that Khyook-Phyoo was located in an island on the eastern coast called Ramree, and that Arracan was a province in the Burman empire, the inhabitants of which are " often called by the Europeans, Mughs, from Mogo, a term of religious import and high sanctity, applied to the priesthood and king," Peregrine Pultuney and Julian Jenks went home again, and began to deplore their approaching separation, the latter being none the less meausred in the terms of regret wherein he expressed himself, for having only an hour before declared that he should be "deuced glad to get rid of such a chum."

Well! it's no use talking about it," said Peregrine Pultuney, "especially as I suppose that I've got plenty to do-to get my traps in order-and all that sort of thing, to prepare for a voyage to sea."

"I wish I were going with you," remarked Julian.

"I wish you were," returned Peregrine, "with all my heart—at least as far as my own selfish interests are concerned, though you are a great deal better where you are-but do you think Peer Khan will come with me?"

"Upon my word, I don't know," replied Jenks, "but I dare say he will if you pay him for it." "And without too," rejoined Peregrine, “but we can very soon try that."

Peregrine called for a bearer, and in a little time

Peer Khan was summoned to his presence. When our hero had any thing very particular to say to his favourite servant, he generally preferred saying it in good English to blundering through it in vile Hindustani; so upon the present occasion, he began― "Peer Khan, I am going away from Dum-Dum."

"Ver good, master," returned the Mussulman, who always replied in the same language as that in which he was addressed, "ver good. I not think master ec-stay here for always."

"Then you will go with me, Peer Khan?"

"Master go, I go, give hookham, (order,)” replied Peer Khan; "I go by master up country, master pleasure-he say Cawnpore, I go―he say Benares, I go too-ever where I go."

"But do you know where Khyook Phyoo is?" asked Peregrine.

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No, master, I not know."

"You know Arracan then?" suggested Peregrinc.

"Yes, master; I not know, I hear, ver bad place, down country. Sahib never ee-stay there can. Goralogue, white men get sick. Bengallce, he get sick too-bad place, all men go die."

"Then you prefer not going with me," suggested Peregrine, "you would rather stay in Bengal—and I must get a new servant."

"No, master," said Peer Khan, pressing together the palms of his hands, and looking supplicatingly into his master's face; "no, master; what for take

new servant-I go by master, master go Englandany where I go-master die, I die too-what for I live-master go sip?"

"Yes, Peer Khan, I shall go in a ship," said Peregrine, much touched by this proof of his servant's fidelity.

"Master go to-morrow?" asked Peer Khan.

"No," said Peregrine, "when the ship goes, I shall go; to-morrow I shall make inquiries; but are you quite sure that you would rather go with me; you may get sick there and die?"

"Master get sick, what do-new servant, not know-what for I live, but ee-stay with master-I poor man, master make glad-he very good to poor man-I glad—what for I get new master-I go in sip-master die, I die-master live, I master servant."

"But," urged Peregrine, "remember that you have a wife and children; they might die in Arracan."

"No, master-what for I take-what they do in sip-master give chit-that do."

"What chit?" inquired Peregrine.

"Five six rupee month-I leave chit they get from Beebee Poggleton. Then master give me what left."

"You mean then," said Peregrine, "that you will not take your wife and family with you; but that you want me to leave an order for five or six rupees a month for them-that I can easily dobut are you quite determined to leave them?"