possess the feelings of a man who has got as far as the Pressroom at Newgate, and declares himself quite resigned to his fate. ་་ Humph! at last said the inspector, the description does not exactly answer; but yet he may be the accomplice. What's your name?» said he, addressing Jemmy. I don't care what becomes of me, thought Jemmy, After what has happened, I'm a ruined man. So here goes-I'll out with all.-Chancery-clerk to Messrs. Squeezer, Shirk, and M'Quibble, of Gray's Inn," said Inkpen, boldly. "A bold and open avowal, to say the least,» said the inspector, and it saves me a great deal of trouble. " know one John Smith? 1)|| I do." Do you "What was he?» - "Common Law-clerk in the same of fice. ་ Good again. This fellow thinks to turn approver, thought the inspector. You are aware that John Smith is charged with forgery, and that you are supposed to be his accomplice ? » Jemmy sank for a moment, and a cold dew came over him. In a minute, however, the impenetrable magic panoply of innocence, which ever protects honest hearts, braced him up, and James Inkpen, the confidential clerk of unsullied character, stood erect, if not in the majesty, in all the strength, of conscious rectitude. Η And,» continued the inspector, « you are distinctly charged with embezzlement. Who charge me?» said Inkpen, with a coolness and steadiness of manner that surprised those who had witnessed his previous prostration of mind and body. "Your employers, whom you have just named, Messrs. Squeezer, Shirk, and M'Quibble. As you have answered openly, I'll read you their communication, received this af ternoon. " To the Superintendent of Police, Southampton. : : "'SIR,- Enclosed is the description of two clerks of ours, recently absconded one, John Smith,-(the description here given,)-charged with forging on us, &c., and the other James Inkpen, suspected of embezzlement, and of being an accomplice of the said Smith. Inkpen obtained leave of absence from us, in order to visit relations in Warwickshire, yesterday, which we have found to be a false representation, and, upon inquiry, we have reason to believe he has gone to Southampton to escape abroad. He is supposed to have with him an abandoned female.' (Here Jemmy's strength began to fail, and he wiped his eyes.) Inkpen has long been in our employ, and we have always put the greatest faith in him, which, up to this moment, we have never found misplaced; but we are afraid he has been led into evil courses by Smith!'» Poor Jemmy could stand this no longer-he sank upon his knees, and wept aloud. He would have called upon Heaven to bear witness to his innocence, but his utterance was choked; and, in pity to his now real state of suffering, he was led away, and by the consideration of the inspector, placed in a bed. And the day that found James Inkpen at morn a blithesome bridegroom, leading in the sunshine of the heart and of the heavens a beloved wife to the altar, left him at midnight a prisoner, charged with felony his solitary bed the gift of a policeman! The nine o'clock train next morning brought down to Southampton three individuals, the most important to James Inkpen's human happiness; and, as in trains where hundreds, ay, and thousands, can be steamed along without any knowledge that they are mutual passengers, so it was in this case. Imprimis came Mrs. Inkpen, who had stopped at Basingstoke, and returned immediately, upon finding that Jemmy did not follow her, the poor fellow having passed her there in the mail-train, which goes direct. The next was Mr. Squeezer, with a Bow Street officer; and the third no less a personage than John Smith, the delinquent clerk. Mrs. Inkpen and Mr. Squeezer, though with very different objects, made their way to the police-office, the wife as the best place to inquire in a strange town after her missing spouse; the attorney for any tidings of his missing clerks. Mr. Smith, of course, studiously avoided that mansion of safety. Mr. Squeezer and the Bow Street officer entered the stationhouse first, and were followed by Mrs. Inkpen, who felt an incontrollable nervousness come over her. The officer soon made himself known to the inspector, introduced Mr. Squeezer of Gray's Inn, and a conversation in a whisper for a few minutes ensued. Meanwhile, Mrs. Inkpen ventured to address Mr. Squeezer, a man of prepossessing appearance, saying, tremulously, " Pray, sir, are you the Mister Squeezer in the legal profession in London ? » "I am, madam. » Well, sir, would you be so kind as to tell me if you know one James Inkpen? » Squeezer looked at her as though he would read her soul, and then relaxing his features into a professional smile, replied, Yes, I think I do. Is he a relation of yours? ་ «Oh, sir! we were married yesterday, and, by a mischance on the railway, I have never set eyes on him since. » Humph! said Squeezer; but at this moment the Bow Street officer came up, and said, «Smith is certainly about here. We are on his track; for the other chap, Inkpen, is caged here. » " What's that you say?» shrieked Mrs. Inkpen. «Speak!my husband in prison!» ་ Ma'am, surlily and impudently observed the officer, looking at her as though she was a confederate: " Hush! said Squeezer, laying his hand upon the officer's arm, and mildly taking the hand of Mrs. Inkpen, don't alarm yourself-step this way for a few minutes, and this mystery may be cleared up. Jones," said he, turning to the officer, "search for Smith. Something assures me he is not far off. » In a few words Mrs. Inkpen stated how she had won and how she had lost Inkpen; and on poor Inkpen's being introduced, what with joy at seeing his wife, and joy at seeing his master, whom he knew he could conscientiously convince of his innocence, he alternately wept and laughed. The scene was equally comic and affecting. «Oh! sir, at last he stammered, throwing himself on his knees to Mr. Squeezer, with what am I charged? I have never, never wronged you by word or deed. » 食 Why was that cheque paid in on Saturday morning,» said Mr. Squeezer, gravely, which I gave you over night? » « Good God!» cried Inkpen, I see it all!-I forgot to lock my desk, and Smith must have taken it. » " " We have ascertained that you were not the person who procured the cash for it," said Mr. Squeezer, « which looks somewhat in your favour. But, though I am sincerely sorry for your position, at present, until you more sufficiently exonerate yourself, I cannot allow you to be out of custody. » Poor Inkpen sank trembling on a chair, the picture of death, his wife falling on him in a fainting-fit. Mr. Squeezer was evidently affected, as he had always valued Inkpen. At this moment a noise was heard at the door of the stationhouse, and a happy change came o'er the scene by the Bow Street officer bringing in Mr. Smith, handcuffed, but looking very bold and reckless. As you thought, we have found Mr. Smith," said Jones, not far off, Mr. Squeezer! Smith, at the sound of his master's name, turned to the quarter where he stood, and looked the picture of death, all his confidence forsaking him. " « Villain!» said Inkpen, rushing at him, confess that you have plundered my desk, and save an innocent man. » " Smith," said Mr. Squeezer, you know your course of guilt is now run — your character is well known to me. It will be better for you to say whether what Inkpen says is true or not. » The felon's boldness completely forsook him at his master's last remark; he knew the infamy of his past character, and that his hour was come. After a silence of a few seconds, he faltered out, Inkpen is innocent I am alone the guilty man! » The rest is soon told. Mr. Squeezer rejoiced to find that his favourite clerk had not forfeited his confidence, and extended his leave of absence for a week. Inkpen's joy was unbounded; and as he that evening fondly caressed his Juliana, she affectionately returned his embrace, exclaiming that this was the happiest day of her life. Ha! said Jemmy, with a start that alarmed her, the day is not oyer yet-don't be too sure,» — a remark that elicited from him the recital of his mishaps and sufferings, which we have faithfully chronicled for you, gentle reader! (BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY.) RUSSIAN AND NORTHERN SCHOOL OF GEOLOGY. Not having yet personally visited Sweden, Norway, and Denmark, I am not prepared to say what progress our science has recently made in these states, but I may remark, that the beautiful map of Norway by Keilhau has scarcely received the attention which it merits; and we may be sure that the countries of so good geologists as himself and our associate Forchhammer, cannot be lagging behind in the general onward movement. In regard, however, to Russia, I am enabled to speak with some confidence, after the two visits which I have paid to that country. Gratified as we were, not only by the most hospitable reception, but also the kind assistance afforded us by every Russian, from the Emperor to his humblest subject, it was a real source of delight to my associates and myself in our first visit to trace throughout the northern regions of that vast empire, the same palæozoic divisions which have been proposed as types in the British Isles. During the last |