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" Is that place with an unpronounceable name in 

 Siberia, count?" 



"By no means, it is in Virginia." 



"Where's that?" asked Cheshire, whose hereditary 

 senatorship had not carried with it any geographical 

 lore, either hereditary or acquired. 



" Oh ! don't you know that ?" cried Vauxhall scorn- 

 fully. " I thought every one knew that — it's a place 

 somewhere in Italy ; I know I used to read about it 

 in the Roman history." 



"Exactly, Vaux," said Tom Gascoigne, laughing, 

 as was every one in the room at this strange jumble, 

 " The capital of Volscia, the grand-duke of it is Corio- 

 lanus — or — no, he died the other day, I think; did 

 he not, Matuschevitz ? You Russians are always mar- 

 velously posted up in history one way or other." 



" To answer all your questions at once ; for, not 

 being absolutely posted up to the extent for which you 

 give me credit, I made some inquiries about Colonel 

 Fairfax, whom I met a fortnight or three weeks ago at 

 the Travelers — to answer all your questions at once, 

 Accomac is a county in Virginia ; this Virginia is not. 

 Lord Vauxhall, a place in Italy, but one of the United 

 States of North America ; and Colonel Percy Fairfax 

 is now Secretary of Legation near the Court of St. 

 James. He has been for some time with Mr. Rush 

 at Paris, and has just been appointed to London." 



"The devil! a live Yankee !" 



" How the deuce came he by two such names as 

 Percy and Fairfax?" asked Cheshire, who A«c? read 

 the peerage as well as the turf register. " The fellow 

 must be an impostor." . 



" I rather think not," interposed Lambton, proving 

 then that he did know something about American his- 

 tory, as he proved afterward, as Earl of Durham, that 

 he knew nothing about Canadian politics. " I rather 

 think you will find, Cheshire," he continued, with a 



