The fate of the unfortunate Fauntleroy makes me, whether I will or no, to cast reflecting eyes around on such of my friends as, by a parity of situation, are exposed to a similarity of temptation.

But so thought Fauntleroy once; so have thought many besides him, who at last have expiated as he hath done.

See his little essay "The Last Peach" (Vol. I.), and the mischievous letter to Bernard Barton, after Fauntleroy's trial, warning him against peculation.

We all recollect the extreme amazement in the Castle of Dorincourt occasioned by the sight of the Earl playing a "home game" with Little Lord Fauntleroy.

Little Lord Fauntleroy, we recall, had been born in America, and had lived the whole ten years of his life with Americans.

Thurtell was a hero, Thistlewood a patriot, and Fauntleroy was discovered to be exactly like Bonaparte)'it is the celebrated robber, John Jefferies, who broke into Mrs. Wilson's house, and cut the throats of herself and her husband, wounded the maid-servant, and split the child's skull with the poker.'

Such a pedestrian as I am, to be tied by the legs, like a Fauntleroy, without the pleasure of his Exactions.

Henry Fauntleroy was the banker, who had just been found guilty of forgery and on the day that Lamb wrote was sentenced to death.

The fate of the unfortunate Fauntleroy makes me, whether I will or no, to cast reflecting eyes around on such of my friends as by a parity of situation are exposed to a similarity of temptation.

Soon after Fauntleroy was hanged, an advertisement appeared, "To all good Christians!

Bright American boy, living with his widowed mother, whose grandfather, Lord Fauntleroy, sends for and adopts him.

Frances Hodgson Burnett, Little Lord Fauntleroy (1889).

I only knew of him as being now recognised as facile princeps among music-hall singers, and did not remember that I had seen him twice or oftener on the stagefirst as "Mr. Hobbs" in "Little Lord Fauntleroy," and afterwards as a "horsy" young man in a matinée in which Violet Vanbrugh appeared.

Another little stage-friend of Lewis Carroll's was Miss Vera Beringer, the "Little Lord Fauntleroy," whose acting delighted all theatre-goers eight or nine years ago.

He was by no means a favourite with the beauties for which Fredericksburg was always famous, and had a cruel disappointment of his early love for Betsy Fauntleroy.

" The young lady at Greenway Court was Mary Gary, and the Lowland beauty was Betsy Fauntleroy, whose hand Washington twice sought, but who became the wife of the Hon.

"In 'Little Lord Fauntleroy' we gain another charming child to add to our gallery of juvenile heroes and heroines; one who teaches a great lesson with such truth and sweetness that we part with him with real regret when the episode is over.

* LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY.

In "Little Lord Fauntleroy" the author of "That Lass o'

"Little Lord Fauntleroy," though a book for children, is certainly not a "juvenile" in the common use of the word, paradoxical as the statement may seem.

Mrs. Burnett has made Lord Fauntleroy a thoughtful boy, and she is right in believing that the stories children like best are those best worth thinking about when they are being read.

Who this "Low Land Beauty" was has been the source of much speculation, but the question is still unsolved, every suggested damselLucy Grymes, Mary Bland, Betsy Fauntleroy, et al.being either impossible or the evidence wholly inadequate.

Because of this letter it has been positively asserted that Betsy Fauntleroy was the Low-Land Beauty of the earlier time; but as Washington wrote of his love for the latter in 1748, when Betsy was only eleven, the absurdity of the claim is obvious.

FAUNTLEROY, HENRY, banker and forger; in his twenty-third year became a partner in the bank of Marsh, Sibbald, & Co., London; was put on trial for a series of elaborate forgeries, found guilty, and hanged; the trial created a great sensation at the time, and efforts were made to obtain a commutation of the sentence (1785-1824).

Oh where and oh where is the old-fashioned boy? Has the old-fashioned boy with his old-fashioned ways, Been crowded aside by the Lord Fauntleroy, The cheap tinselled make-believe, full of alloy Without the pure gold of the rollicking joy Of the old-fashioned boy in the old-fashioned days?