accompanied Emile-and St. Leger more rarely: he often found the baronne alone, and often over staid her guests.

The day's residue was employed in exploring out-of-the-way sites, courting adventure, and patronising the region's multifarious novelties.

In expanded evidence of suffering's enormous social preponderance, he looked back upon the personal complaints whose perpetuation anteriorly had menaced him, as trifles for which lament was shameful.

Camell adhered to Berkeley-having cooled his wrath at the said Berkeley's un-national tolerance Francewards-in consideration of his repute on "the turf" the sole witticism ever avowedly delectable to Camell being a tribute of St. Leger's to the chace; which-retailed by a brother-huntsman-had promoted him to a top perch in his lordship's estimation. Drawing YellScrub with the D- Hounds, the polyglottic Sir Clattergob Spanker (oblivious as to which was the mother-idiom) cried, half from Klopstock, "Polly gives tongue! 'die schlacht beginnt !'"

"The preceding sentence, you mean," rejoined the wit" der Feind ist da!""

As St. Leger's predilections less dubiously

manifested his perversion, Villiers sought the cause of such revolution-idly, from deficiency of data. Berkeley's own unaccountable confession, delivered under intoxication, but permitted inference of a constant struggle to repress outward indication of pains which, from that very repression, raged the wildlier within.

But, though evading Villiers' junction at the Hôtel de Préville, St. Leger chose another hour. His sedulity towards, and design upon, the baronne, both, continued undiminished. Their perception prompted Emile's completer availment of the baron's courtesy-that he might temporarily thwart, or by prepossessing Céleste finally overset, his plans. Still he despaired

not of his restoration: he blamed indeed-but pitied also what he esteemed but the effervescence of immature blood (once experienced by himself) whose fermentation subsided, the now defecating liquor would be clearer, and perhaps even purer, than before.

No. 9.-"Ecce iterùm Crispinus."

He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.

BEATTIE.-The Hermit.

Mewed-up with this Nihill," complained Aspic" an incubus-I can't get quit of him." "Linked' at least," said Villiers, "with one virtue' that of taciturnity."

"Gabby enough to me: and on a theme about which I could glean information from none else”—sarcastically—" himself and his own con

cerns!"

"Eleleu!" cried Berkeley-" studying? why, I never saw a book with him before.”

"Hume on Miracles," sneered Aspic-“ a providential appliance, when, not content with exercising my patience, he should assail my ingenuity—by producing a three-foot manuscript

of riddles 'sorted by Mr. Folatty, and demanding elucidation."

Popping the question,' illustrated!" exclaimed St. Leger. "But you should have warned him-'est modus in rebus." "

"True," sniffled Aspic, "I'd inconsiderately forgotten your laudable laboriousness of humor : task it: there's an every-way-befitting object." When was concord betwixt the grumbler and the punster?

"Lauk! it's unpossible to 'constumble !"

"Is that the writer's or reader's fault?" enquired he of the Tuft.

"'M sure I can't say," responded the unwonted student: "but b'lieve I'll be off."

"Pray, don't," said Aspic.

"Eh-a? but Folatty was to rise as how by eleven, and it's a-going fast to it."

"Indeed?-faster from it, I suspect.-Slap me, fearful!" exclaimed Berkeley, mimicing him of the Revenue" but it's long after twelve."

Nihill's consternation was consummately ludi

crous.

"Deuce!" he cried, tugging at his fob-"it don't tick! she's stopt again! here's a how-d'yedo!" and commenced pathetically and, for him,

verbosely arraigning the vexation to which he was thereby habituated.

"Pshaw sure you bought it with the understanding. Did you not discern it to be, from first to last, a case of chagrin ?"

"In coorse" replied Nihill, "and because o' that (for I pickt it up in a fluster 'fore I 'barked) it cost no more than two punds four and tenpence-ha'penny."

"Well," chuckled Berkeley, "we may remark, it was an ill-timed purchase."

Villiers could not contain himself.

Even Aspic

horribly girned. For the extortion of which meed to St. Leger, he made Nihill pay.

"A specimen of Anglian culture!" he exclaimed. "Inconceivable, that foreigners form the false judgment they unfailingly do of our national complexion !-The monosyllable 'tour,' held to comprise an extra-distilled essence of all that's fashionable, goads the veriest bumpkin. Presto! sentimental shop-boys, snug farmer's heirs, aspiring gemmen of an-hundred-andfifty per ann., fair-salaried clerks, and self-obsequious servitors of public offices-the Nihills and Folattys of Merrie England-transplant into a Gallic soil. There, dashes must be cut, moun