turbed by Jannette's preparations for his frugal meal to Zizine's tones be electrically responded.

And then what a trio for the artist! The infirm domestic had typified death-doomed Mortality; Zizine the forming seraph, in its juvenility of bloom, released from decay and just-robed into celestiality, the black band evincing her transit through the human atmosphere, by (though but a single) human stain; and Villiers-At least, there, after much-thwarted strivings, he attained rest, if not felicity-In sooth?

It shall be seen.

No. 3.-The same neighborhood under another

phase.

Smith. The Clerk of Chatham :-he can write, and read, and cast accompts.

Cade. O monstrous!

Smith.-We took him setting of boys' copies-

Cade. Here's a villain!

Smith. He's a book in his pocket with red letter in't.

Cade.-Nay, then, he is a conjuror !

SHAKSPERE.-Henry VI.

A pedestrian pair were plodding talkatively, and snuffing with abated goût the mornLausanne having appeased their organs of appetite and smell.

Touring" was their topic-which, rashly, denominated "a cod," moved indignant retort"Bill Hunks, my gay fellow! don't be sospany. Didn't Folatty steer home an out-and-outer? He's a d-d gay fellow,'s Folatty-pickle me,

extravagantly! eh, aint I a-coming it? Lord, how we'll walk into them vhen we get back!Let's con that last bill."

Said Hunks; "It's mortial high.”

"Bill Hunks, my gay fellow! don't be croaky, We must pay for our peeping'—as the caricature says.-2 teas, 6 and 6-pence (that's fashionable, d—mme !)—I say, Bill Hunks

"What now?" asked Bill, winking suspiciously

at him.

"Whyeha-hem !"

Smith's demeanor was alarming.

His visual

orb devolved on the docket-That was nought.

But it stayed there.

Hunks winked more suspiciously.

"You

you can't"-he perforce articulated—“ that— that we needn't-dine, to-day ?"

Tremendously Smith glared upon him. “Bill Hunks, you infernal-gay fellow !—what crotchets you've got! How could you propose such a monstrosity to a gentleman ?-I'm ashamed of you! 'pon my soul, I am."

"Why, why," stuttered Bill, in ghastly trepidation, "it—it was-yourself as threatened

"A-A-A-hem!" cried Smith, straining on all sides-"(Don't gab so noisy, Hunks!-we

shan't look grand, if you clatter so.) You musn't mind me blustering at you, now and then; it's d-d fashionable-and, besides, only a sham, betwixt chums! But, that you have proposed that 'ere (and cash don't last like nothing here) I-I vote-we-do try it: experin.ents are quite the thing. Eh? ancore me to a beastly extra pitch !"

"It'll be werry hard," sniffled Hunks, lugubrious; "we shan't be fly to more trampingshan't be able-cus me, if we shan't."

"Bill Hunks, my gay fellow! you'd been a noddy without me!-Nurse prophesied I'd be ditto to them loose-naturas they call 'janiuses,' when I'd sprout a-bit-and so I am. Them are the coves that's sib to everything-with loose legs" (and, discerning the perfect emptiness of the road, Mr. Smith, with nimble caper, cut illustratively the numeral 8!) "Eh, Bill, won't we pocket, at breakfast, lashings for dinner? Won't we do the landlords?-Folatty never did! We'll beat him! Lord, we'll beat Folatty!--Oh, Bill, you divil!.

And this so tickled Mr. Smith's pericardiumsuch a satanical joke, and scarce-comprehensible feat-that he disburthened multitudinous chuc

kles, whereto Bill chimed echo; till, nearly choking himself, in the middle, Smith stared even fiercely-"Bill Hunks, you d-d fellow! how dare you kick up such a row: grin again, and I'll pound the marrows out of you! (don't you see the quollity?) Why, but that I'm to the fore, you'd pass for a pot-boy, by jingo!"

"Lord!" said Hunks, "was ever the like on't? —why, he was a-laffin like any cart-horse, himself"

"Ah, my gay fellow," said Smith, with rich conceit "but I can do the thing genteely. Didn't you mark how obeisant the d-d waiters were to me at th' hotel? Well, pluck-up! after awhile you'll chop-in for your own bone, if you mind your eye."

Jack Smith's audacity had reduced Hunks to servile intimidation: he felt himself a nothing (which was precisely the feeling Smith wanted to infuse), and never once contemplated opposing the tyrant to whom he was indispensable, and who at the same time used and abused him : Apt Scholar of his Betters, Smith!

"Bill Hunks, my gay fellow! put your namesake into your pouch.-What an ass! why, the other bill, to be sure-(ha, ha, ha! I'm a-going

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