Northern Railway, and entered an empty carriage; in a corner seat, however, a gentleman's great coat was lying; presently a lady got in, and now the two vacant seats were, it so happened, as far as possible asunder.

The next arrivals were another lady with a little girl about four years old. Without any hesitation she took up the coat, and placing it in another corner seat, set her child in the division near herself.

Had she a right to do this? you enquire. Certainly not; and she was soon reminded of that fact, for just at the last minute a calm and rather supercilious looking young man entered, glanced coldly at her and said, "I must trouble you madam, for that seat, I laid my coat on it some time ago, and also turned the cushion, I really must request you to leave it, as I have a right to it."

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He laid as strong an emphasis on the must as if to turn her out was a stringent duty. Perhaps she thought so, for as she glanced, in rising, at the child, she said with a smile at the youth, who was quite young enough to be her son, Certainly you have an undoubted right to this seat;" and then added, "but I suppose no one would have disputed your right to give it up to me, if you had chosen."

The easy self-possession, and perhaps her remark, made him look a little awkward, but as the lady rose, my brother changed places with the child, and thus they still sat together; and while the youth settled himself in the place he had a right to, our train set off with one of those thrice horrible wavering and querulous screeches of which the Great Northern has a monopoly.

While we went through the first tunnel, rending the air all the time with terrific shrieks, the little girl held tightly by her mother's hand, and two large tears rolled down her rosy face. "We shall soon be at Hornsey," said her mother, and accordingly in a few minutes we stopped, and while the lady and child disappeared from our view, the owner of the seat ejaculated, "Cool!" and then looking round the carriage, he continued, as appealing to those who were sure to agree with him" when a man has a right to a thing, why, he has a

right; but to have a right to waive a right, is a dodge that a man would'nt expect to be told of.”

This most lucid speech he closed with a general smile, and we set off again with another shriek, longer and shriller than the former one.

After an hour's travelling we were deserted by all our fellowpassengers, and seemed to be waiting a very long time at a little country station. At length two old gentlemen entered, and as the railway man opened the door for them, I said to him-"Can you tell me why we are detained here so long?" "Yes, ma'am," he replied, "there's an excursion train due directly, and we're shunted off the line to let it pass."

"Horrid bore,” said one old gentleman.

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Disgraceful shame!" said the other, "but don't let that make you uneasy, young lady," he added, politely addressing me, "shunted' means nothing dangerous."

I was about to ask what it did mean, when with a whiz and a great noise of cheering, the excursion train shot past us, displaying a long, long succession of second and third class carriages, every window garnished with pale faces of men and women, besides numbers of delicate looking children.

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'Disgraceful shame!" repeated the stoutest of the old gentlemen, "here's our train twenty minutes late, twenty minutes, sir, by the clock."

"I should think," said my brother, "that this is not a grievance of very frequent occurrence-mail trains are not often obliged to give way to the convenience of the excursionists; but we were behind time when we got up to this station, and as we must stop a quarter of an hour shortly, we should very much have detained that train if it had been on the same line and behind us."

"Well I can't make it out," was the reply; "and what does their being detained matter to me; I paid for my ticket, and I've a right to be taken on."

"Certainly," said the other; "no man has a right to interfere with my business for the sake of his pleasure-such new fangled notions!-What's the good of a day's pleasure to the working classes ?"

They have it so. seldom," my brother suggested, "that they have plenty of time to consider that question between one day's pleasure and the next.”

"Horrid bore, these excursion trains!" repeated the first speaker, "filling the country with holiday folk: what do they want with holidays-much better stop at home and work and earn a little more. What's the good of sending out a swarm of pale faced knock-knee'd London artizans, and gaping children, that don't know a kite from a jackdaw? If you must give 'em a treat, let it be a good dinner. Country air indeed! I don't find London unhealthy; and I spend three or four months in it every year."

"To be sure," echoed his companion, "these London clergy and ministers ought to know better than to spread such sentimental nonsense among the people-duty comes before pleasure, doesn't it? Why a man had the assurance to write to me—a perfect stranger to know whether I'd open my park for a shoal of his cockney parishioners to dine and drink tea in! He knew it was closed, forsooth, but he hoped for once and in the cause of philanthropy, I'd open it. I should like to know where my young coveys would be when every inch in my wood had been overrun, and all the bracken trod down in the cause of philanthropy? No; I wrote him a piece of my mind—I said, 'Revd. Sir, I do not fence and guard my grounds that paupers may make a play-ground of them; and though your request makes me question your good taste a little, I trust to your good sense not to render your people liable to be taken up as trespassers I have a right to prosecute all trespassers in my grounds, and therefore I advise you to keep your people clear of them.

"And very proper too," replied the other; "there are plenty of people that will receive them; there's your neighbour, Sir Edward, who's happy and proud to entertain as many as they like to pour into his domain."

Upon this they both laughed, as it appeared in pity of the said Sir Edward. "Well, well, every man has a right to his own opinion.-(N. B. is that a fact?) Sir Edward wanted me, the other day, to subscribe to some new baths and wash-houses." "My good fellow," I said, "when all the paupers in London can earn their own living, it will be time enough to talk of washing

their faces; but for goodness' sake let 'em earn dinners before you offer 'em Windsor soap, and hats before you find ’em pomatum.'"

"And may I know what Sir Edward said in reply?” I enquired, addressing the old gentlemen.

He seemed to consider. "Well," he said, after a puzzled pause; "it was something of this sort-something about the decencies of life being striven for with better heart, if a few of its amenities were within reach,”

This reminded me of a poor woman who lived in a particularly dirty cottage, near my father's house, in the country. I one day tapped at her door, and she opened it in a gʊwn all spotted with white-wash. "What! cleaning? Mrs. Matts,” I exclaimed, surprised, “Why yes, Miss, she replied, “for my husband's brother has just been up from London, where he works, to see us, and brought us a beautiful pictur of the Queen, all in a gilt frame, Miss; and when he'd hung it up, it made the walls look so shocking dirty, that I couldn't abear the sight of 'em, so I'm cleaning, you see.”

But enough has been said about the rights of other people; let us now turn to Mr. Bryce, the baker.

Bryce was working for a baker in the village near which my grandfather lived. His master died suddenly, leaving a widow and nine children. Bryce was an enterprising young man, and had been thinking of setting up for himself. My grandfather however, heard that after his master's death he gave up this wish, and continued to work at his former wages, trying to keep the business together for the widow. Happening to mee him, he asked him if this report were true?

"Why, yes, sir," said Bryce, "you see nobody else would manage everything for her without a share of the profits; and nine children-what a tug they are; so as I have nobody belonging to me-nobody that has any claim on me "

"But I thought you wanted to set up for yourself.”

"And so I did, sir; and if I'd a wife and family, I'd makƐ a push to get on for their sakes, but I've none; and so as I can live on what I get and hurt nobody by it, I have a right' to help her, poor soul, as I've a mind to."

Soon after this the widow took to dress-making, and

so well that she wanted no help from Bryce, who now set up for himself, and borrowed a sum of money from my grandfather to begin with. At first he was so poor, and the weekly profits were so small, that he requested my grandfather to receive the trifle of interest monthly, and for the first two months he said it "completely cleared him out" to pay it. My grandfather was, therefore, rather surprised one Saturday evening, as he sauntered down the village street, to see four decrepid old people hobbling down the steps of his shop, each carrying a good-sized loaf, and loudly praising the generosity of Mr. Bryce. The sun was just setting, and cast a ruddy glow on the young baker's face as he stood leaning against the post of his door, but he started with some confusion when he saw my grandfather, and hastily asked him to enter his shop. “I reckon you are surprised, sir," he said, "to see me giving away bread before I've paid my debt, but just look round, sir; those four loaves were all I had left, except what I can eat myself, and they were stale, so think what they'd have been by Monday morning."

"I don't wish to interfere with your charities," said my grandfather.

"But, sir," said Bryce, "I want you to see that I'm as eager to pay off that money as I can be; but people wo'nt buy stale bread-they wo'nt indeed; and so I thought I had a right to give away those four loaves, being they were left upon my hands."

"I think so too," said my grandfather, who was then quite a young man, "and I shall think so next Saturday and the Saturday after."

"Thank you, sir, I'm sure," said the baker.

In course of time the debt was paid, though almost every Saturday those old people hobbled from the door. And now Mr. Bryce's rights were found to increase with his business and enlarge with his family.

First he had only a right to give away the stale loaves, "being he was in debt;" then he had a right to give away all that was left, "being he was, out of debt." While he was single, he had a right to bake dinners for nothing, "being he had no family to save for." When he was married he had a