Cntaining an account of what passed between
 Mr. and Mrs. Bumble and Monks at their noc¬
  
It was a dull, close, overcast summer
 evening, when the clouds, which had been
 threatening all day, spread out in a dense
  
gish mass of vapour, already
  
and slu
 yielded levies drops of rain, and seemed
 to presage a violent thunder-storm, as Mr.
 and Mrs. Bumble, turning out of the main
 street of the town, directed their course
 towards a scattered little colony of ruin¬
 ous houses, distant from it some mile and
 and a half, or thereabouts, and erected on
 a low unwholesome swamp, bordering
 upon the river.
 
They were both wrapped in old and
 shabby outer garments, which might per¬
 haps serve the double purpose of protect¬
 ing their persons from the rain, and shel¬
 tering them from observation; the hus¬
 band carried a lantern, from which, how¬
 ever, no light yet shone, and trudged on
 a few paces in front, as though—the way
 being dirty—to give his wife the benefit
 of treading in his heavy foot-prints. They
 went on in profound silence; every now
 and then Mr. Bumble relaxed his pace,
 and turned his head round, as if to make
 sure that his helpmate was following, and,
 discovering that she was close at his heels,
 mended his rate of walking, and proceed¬
 ed at a considerable increase of speed to¬
 wards their place of destination.
 
This was far from being a place of
 doubtful character, for it had long been
 known as the residence of none but low
 and desperate ruffians, who, under vari¬
 ous pretences of living by their labour,
 subsisted chiefly on plunder and crime.
 It was a collection of mere hovels, some
 hastily built with loose bricks, and others
 of old worm-eaten ship timber, jumbled
 together without any attempt at order or
 arrangement, and planted, for the most
 part, within a few feet of the river's bank.
 A few leaky boats drawn up on the mud,
 and made fast to the dwarf wall which
 skirted it, and here and there an oar or
 coil of rope, appeared at first to indicate
 that the inhabitants of these miserable
 cottages pursued some avocation on the
 river; but a glance at the shattered and
 useless condition of the articles thus dis¬
 
 
played would have led a passer-by with¬
 out much difficulty to the conjecture that
 they were disposed there, rather for the
 preservation of appearances than with
  
In the heart of this cluster of huts, and
 skirting the river, which its upper stories
 overhung, stood a large building formerly
 used as a manufactory of some kind, and
 which had in its day probably furnished
 employment to the inhabitants of the sur¬
 rounding tenements. But it had long
 since gone to ruin. The rat, the worm,
 and the action of the damp, had weakened
 and rotted the piles on which it stood, and
 a considerable portion of the building had
 already sunk down into the water be¬
 neath, while the remainder, tottering and
 bending over the dark stream, seemed but
 to wait a favourable opportunity of fol¬
 lowing its old companion, and involving
 itself in the same fate.
 
It was before this ruinous building that
 the worthy couple paused as the first peal
 of distant thunder reverberated in the air,
 and the rain commenced pouring violently
 down.
 
‘‘'The place should be somewhere here,”
 said Bumble, consulting a scrap of paper
 he held in his hand.
 
“Halloa there!” cried a voice from
 above.
 
Following the sound, Bumble raised his
 head, and descried a man looking out of
 a door, breast-high, on the second story.
 
c Stand still a minute,” cried the voice;
 (6 [/11 be with you directly.”” With which
 the head disappeared, and the door closed.
 
“Ts that the man?” asked Mr. Bumble’s
 good lady.
 
Mr. Bumble nodded in the affirmative.
 
“Then, mind what I told you,” said
 the matron, “ and be careful to say as lit¬
 tle as you can, or you’ll betray us at
 once.”
 
Mr. Bumble, who had eyed the build¬
 ing with very rueful looks, was apparently
 about to express some doubts relative to
 the advisability of proceeding any farther
 with the enterprise just then, when he
 was prevented by the appearance of
 Monks, who opened a small door, near
 which they stood, and beckoned them in¬
 wards,