"A finer meed!" cried Villiers-" by far! with all its trials!-Right, sir! 'sterling bliss' is the word!-I coincide, hand and heart, in your sentiments."

"They please you, sir?”

"Most undoubtedly-But I'd join the Vicomte d'Houssaie, who's crossing yonder

They sauntered-on.

"Have we Sages," said Squealem, "more eloquent than the Tombs ?"

They should teach," said Villiers, "that Equality in which God made universal man-and to which, however he decry and battle with the Maker's wisdom, he must recur. The fault is ours if they don't."

"Ah! said Squealem, enthusiastically, "how blind, who aspire to eminence on a groaning ladder of their brethren, rather than tread, unnoticed, the path of beneficence! how paramount the unassuming performer of one beneficial deed, to the sanguinary though trumpeted worm of that sepulchre-But the Vicomte's near, sir-I take leave-flattering myself in your graces."

"May you have safe and comfortable settlement in your native land."

“Ah, sir, you are too, too condescending: if

all youths of quality but copied (no matter)— Sir, I anticipate nought-save to acquit myself (as I believe I said) of my duties for the sake of the duties themselves.'-But your affability, and kind concern-I cannot express-Most sincerely, sir, fare-well!”

*

* * When parting D'Houssaie, the Missionary fronted Emile again—

"I respectfully beg indulgence," he re-commenced, with obsequious salaam, "but-Mr. Villiers (revering your advice-touching 'settlement') did you not remark-should Mr. Nasal die-you had that little preferment to bestow?"

No. 15.-The clear-sightedness of those sapient wights who pique themselves on their Knowledge of the Town.

I shall abuse him intolerably.

BEN JONSON.-Every Man in his Humor.

Lord Tobit's dinner was a sort of raccommodement.

"On Saturday," said his lordship, "I go to England. Can I do anything for you?"

Emile had nothing to trouble him with. "Good!" replied the bachelor; "but I shall trouble you; and with a worthy named St. Leger -heh ?"

"An admirable genius: we're intimates." "Are you so?-oh, ho! I guessed as much

good! him!"

Well-you must cut-avoid-discard

"And should Captain Herbert, for instance, propose estrangement from your lordship-would I be called-on to accede ?"

"Quite another affair!-Soh! you mention Captain Herbert-I like that!-he can handle you properly of unblemished repute. Hey? You're lucky in him. But St. Leger! a scamp -with scarce a vestige of morality."

"And therefore," said Villiers, "to be the more steadily stood-by! till absolutely irretrievable."

Tobit bounced-up in towering fury.

"There!" he cried-" will that move your sturdiness, or trip your licence ?" snatching the (London Journal), and laying his shaking

finger on the paragraph―

PARIS.

no

Among "ours" here, we may number Lord unfit representative of British Diplomacy-Messrs. Puzzlall and Scribblgarret, of Metaphysics and Orthography -Romilly, of Philanthropy-and St. Leger, whose celebrity on the Turf is but paralleled by his éclat in the Boudoir; with whom Villiers (the rhymer for "Shaftesbury") has covenanted, to give the Parisians a veritable idée of our "Men of Wit and Pleasure about Town."

Sir Simpleton Flashby preserves his enviable position.

It is even whispered among the cognoscenti that he is about publishing an important disclosure respecting frills.

The Earl of Popinjay, after his majority's hospitable celebration, left H- for Switzerland, via Paris, where he spends Christmas; whence he will sweep the Alps on his Patent Baulk-at-nothing Locomotive, and, flitting like a meteor through Italy, debark in January —43, on the African coast.

It is confidently rumored that the aforesaid of the "solemn league” ratify it by an amicable rivalry; which a lady of rank and loveliness, but mal-assorted marriage, shall decide. The aspirants are, certes, no novices; and, both gifted, the fair Umpire may rely on the Cæsar "doing his spiriting gently."

Tobit watched Villiers: "Will that," cried he, with triumph, "change your tune for you?— hah!"

"Not in the least."

"How? what? hey? are you invulnerable to disgrace, sir?-But do-put a bold, brass-" "My lord, whilst I act conscientiously, I contemn imputation. There's no joy transcendsand none can impair-that within ourselves."

"In plain English," cried Tobit, "you'll do what you please: you don't care a rap for any