curtain lecture of his late wife. The employment would, possibly,
lay the ghost that haunted him. It was her dear tongue that cried
for justice, and when thus satisfied, it might possibly rest in
quiet. And so it happened. Job faithfully chronicled all his late
wife's lectures; the ghost of her tongue was thenceforth silent, and
Job slept all his after nights in peace.

When Job died, a small packet of papers was found inscribed as
follows:-


"Curtain Lectures delivered in the course of Thirty Years by Mrs.
Margaret Caudle, and suffered by Job, her Husband."


That Mr. Caudle had his eye upon the future printer, is made pretty
probable by the fact that in most places he had affixed the text--
such text for the most part arising out of his own daily conduct--to
the lecture of the night. He had also, with an instinctive knowledge
of the dignity of literature, left a bank-note of very fair amount
with the manuscript. Following our duty as editor, we trust we have
done justice to both documents.



LECTURE I--MR. CAUDLE HAS LENT FIVE POUNDS TO A FRIEND



"You ought to be very rich, Mr. Caudle. I wonder who'd lend you five