and did not awake until I found myself at another station. The servant whom I had with me was killed in battle, so that every clue seems lost by which I might discover the scene of that folly which I now expiate so dearly."

Mari turned her pale face fully towards him, and seized his hands.

"What!" cried Vourmin, "was it you?" "Don't you recognize me?”

A long and close embrace was the reply.

THE ROOM WHERE NAPOLEON DIED. Immediately after Napoleon's death Longwood became once more the East India Company's farm. The old house and buildings, sacred as they ought to have been, were ruthlessly turned into stables, pigsties, barns, cowhouses, and muckyards. The

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EPITAPH AT CRAYFORD.-I send the following lines, if you think them worthy an insertion in your Epitaphiana. A friend saw them in the churchyard of Crayford, Kent:

ten,

During half of which time he had sung out
Amen.

He

married when young, like other young

men;

His wife died one day, so he chaunted Amen.
A second he took, she departed,-what then?
He married, and buried a third with Amen.
Thus his joys and his sorrows were treble, but

then

His voice was deep bass, as he chaunted Amen.
On the horn he could blow as well as most

men,

But his horn was exalted in blowing Amen.
He lost all his wind after threescore and ten,
And here with three wives he waits till again
The trumpet shall rouse him to sing out
Amen."

"To the Memory of PETER IZOD, who was paper was torn from the walls of his bedroom; ways proved himself a pious and mirthful man. thirty-five years clerk of this parish, and althe floor was replaced by a rough stone pave-The life of this clerk was just threescore and ment; the window looking on the garden was blocked up; his cabinet and his bathroom were treated with the same "due delicacy; 99 and then they made of the whole a poor stable for the Hon. Company's farm horses. They tore down the paper and the hangings, and ripped to pieces the room in which the great Napoleon had just breathed his last, and out of it they made unto themselves a miserable barn. As to the garden which Napoleon loved, they knocked down the turf walls, they pulled up the beautiful flowers, they pulled down the beautiful trees, and they paved the whole and drained it, built sheds upon it, and made out of it a stockyard for the Hon. Company. their pigs, their poultry, and their horned beasts-which were the pride and the glory of the Company's farm, and which were deemed the worthy occupants of a spot venerated by millions of men and destined to be a shrine of pilgrimage for ages yet to come. . . . . In the year 1833, the Company's charter expired, and in 1836, the British Government took possession of the island. Longwood was immediately put up to public competition as a farm, and let to the highest bidder, NOVEL CONSIGNMENT FOR THE CRIMEA.and let in the miserable state in which it was Among the numerous "Christmas Presents handed over to them by the Company, and no that have left our shores for friends in the East, restriction was put upon the tenant, who natur- none, perhaps, are more remarkable than the ally, under such circumstances, was led to look following: On Friday last, Mr. W. Thomas, of forward to a charge for admission to this old house Ratton, despatched a pack of foxhounds for the as a source of considerable profit, and paid a use of his brother, Major Thomas, of the Royal higher rent to the Government accordingly. Horse Artillery, and his brave brothers-in-arms Herein we see the origin of the 2s. which every at the seat of war. Captain, now Major Thomas, visitor is now forced to pay. Speaking of the was for some time stationed in Lewes, and is Prince de Joinville the younger Bertrand says: well known and respected by most of our towns"Bientôt Longwood se presente à nos yeux triste people. Since leaving England, he has entered et abandonnée! Les jardins dégradés; le salon the Royal Horse Artillery, and for his noble and où il est mort devenu un moulin à moudre de gallant conduct has been promoted. No doubt l'orge; sa chambre à coucher une écurie !! a Sussex "view halloo " will no less astonish Quelle profanation! Au tombeau c'était de the Russians themselves, than be a source of l'émotion, ici de la stupeur."- From a pamph-discomfiture to the Russian foxes. Sussex let just published at St. Helena.

Tradition reports these verses to have been composed by some curate of the parish. —Notes and Queries.

Advertiser.

From Chambers' Journal.

THE CRÊMERIES OF PARIS.

"WHAT are the crêmeries of Paris?" "The laiteries."

"And what are the laiteries?" "The crêmeries."

The one is a richer word than the other, and may be more genteel for aught I know, but they both mean the same thing. They are places where visitors who know Paris breakfast more comfortably and more elegantly than at the hotels, cafés, or restaurants, and go to the theatre in the evening on the saving of money they have made. Unmentioned in Murray, and unnoted in Bradshaw, they are yet among the most pleasant features of the great and gay city, and are thickly scattered in every part of it, open from seven in the morning till nine in the evening. When I was last in Paris, as I went each day to the post the Grande Poste aux Lettres, in the Rue Jean Jacques Rousseau-I had not to go twenty steps before I came upon one of these establishments, situated on the right pavé of the Rue Neuve des Petits Champs. See, no flaunting café front is here, no restaurant bedizened with gold, and scarlet, and blue. No crowds of epicurean gazers are here seen gloating on a carte du jour, such as is daily placed, in manuscript, in the window of a great restaurateur. No; here is at once an emblem of purity, simplicity, and modesty—a window frame painted white, with delicate muslin-curtains within; and above, the title of Crêmerie, in plain black letters.

gers, just the tips of her tiny fingers, on the edge of the gray marble table, to show her readiness to take your orders. There, she has come up, and is ready, if you should speak, to look at you instantly with her clever, cheerful countenance. But now she gazes in another direction, and assumes an appearance of being quite abstracted from the world in some pleasant reverie; for she knows so well the experienced little thing - that however unreasonable any number of customers are in expecting to be served instantly, and all at once, the moment they sit down, yet, when it comes to the all-important personal question of any one of them saying exactly what it is he does want, there is then a lamentable, vacillation of such person's ideas, fancies, and notions.

And there is really much choice in the crêmeries. Shall it be, for instance, café au lait, or un chocolat à la crême, or perhaps un the complet ? — this last containing the various English paraphernalia of the tea-table, with the distinction of a white earthenware tea-pot, with a stray leaf-catcher hanging to the spout. Whole regiments of these you may have a glimpse of, through an open door, on the shelves of an interior room, where you may also from time to time see the papa and mamma of the little maiden as they bustle about with their assistants, and occasionally come forth, for a moment, to make sure that things are all square and correct in the salon.

But what shall it be? Say, Café au lait, and within twenty seconds after you have pronounced the words, the fairy-like moveWe enter, and find a room, small but ments of the little maiden, quickened into clean and neat, with the walls papered to sudden life and motion at the very first word, represent oak-framing and deal-panels; while have placed before you, with a "Voilà, monon the side opposite the entrance, and there- sieur," not a cup merely, large or small, but fore conspicuous to all comers, there is seen un bola regular jorum of hot steaming the legend, the terror of evil-doers: "On ne fragrant coffee, such as is never to be seen in fume pas ici." In some crêmeries, lamenta- England from one end of the land to the ble to say, an ominous want of moral cour-other. And by the side of this she places age is manifested, and crime is dallied with the little plate, with four great flat rectanuuder a trembling inscription of merely gular lumps of beet-root sugar, so cut by the prière de ne pas fumer avant midi; " but patent machine, and so placed separately, in this one they go to the root of the evil at that if you do not take them in the coffee, once, and " On ne fume pas ici" assures one you may with greater ease, like every consciof a salubrious atmosphere, antique simplic-entious Frenchman, carry them away in ity, and Arcadian innocence.

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of

So you advance to one of the little tables gray marble, and, having suspended your hat duly on a wall-peg. an untutored Anglais, and none but he, is so deficient in respect to the place as to deposit his hat on the table- up there comes a little maiden -a little maiden with quick-glancing blackbeaded eyes, and jet-black hair, neatly braided, and a dainty little white collar, turned over the black body of her tartan dress. In a moment she has come up, and put her fin

your pocket. And with "Voilà, monsieur," again she places before you a large basket of variously shaped rolls, all of the proverbial excellence and lightness of the Parisian manufacture.

She is everywhere, this little maiden, and does everything as quickly as she does it deftly and cheerfully. And when you take your leave, lo! in a moment, and without any bustle, there she is in the little bureau near the door, with such a bright morning smile about her eyes, receiving the payment,

placed before you the instant you ask for them, smoking hot, but never too hot.

and checking some sort of private account, | quickly and deftly they get through it! No and seeming to think it all the most charm- one has to wait for whatever he or she may ing of holiday occupations. desire. Eufs sur le plat, or riz au lait, or "Bah!" exclaims some very refined café noir, each and all are by some magic reader; "what do I care for a neighborhood so unfashionable as the region of the Rue Neuve des Petits Champs, and the Rue Jean Jacques Rousseau, though the Grande Poste aux Lettres may be therein, and decorated though it be at every door with truculentlooking Chasseurs de Vincennes? I do not go there for my letters even now," adds this gentleman; but they used to be all addressed to me at the office of the British Section of the Exposition, hanging out at No. 14 Rue du Cirque, where I called daily on my way to the Palais de l'Exposition, and saw those fine young officials of Marlborough House sitting in gilded rooms, and very busy cultivating moustaches and imperials à la Française.'

Nay, O gentle reader; but even there, in that fashionable locality, thou shalt be fitted with one of the crêmeries, and thou shalt no longer have any excuse for wasting thy means on expensive breakfasts and riotous living. Behold the Crêmerie de la Madeleine at the corner of the Rue Royale and the Rue Faubourg St. Honoré !

And still the maids, gliding and glancing here, and there, and everywhere, may he seen occasionally, through a half-opened door in a further room, polishing up fresh bols and plates, and enjoying a sparkling conversation amongst themselves on their own affairs. I am rather afraid, though, that the damsel in the tartan of green and purple, and she of the maroon and brown and blue tartan, are rather hard on her of the brown dress, edged with curious garlanding of miniature twining leaves, with little violet and pink flowers between. But it is not on account of the dress they are poking their delicate fun at her; O no! there is some cause far more spirituelle than that; for she droops her long eyelashes bashfully, and goes on rubbing up the spoons with redoubled energy, answering not a word.

Of course, all this is confined to an undercurrent, not easy for a casual observer to catch even a glimpse of; and behind, as well as before the scenes, everything is exactly as Mark, again, the neat and clean appear- it should be; for is not the whole establishance of the zinc-white window; then enter ment presided over by that most ladylikeand find again the same modesty in the ap-looking madame, gazing with tender care on pointments of the salon, and the same purity of atmosphere as before; for lo! there is once more that legend, worthy its letters of gold: "On ne fume pas ici," which tells at once of quietness, and decorum, and salubrity; and it allows the gentle and the delicate, as well as the strong, to enter there.

her guests from her marble-edged bureau! What distressingly delicate features she has, though; and a sad invalid must she be; but so admirable and so truly feminine must be her disposition, that in place of being soured, it has only been sweetened by the sufferings she has gone through. And is there not.her husband frequently present also, that olivecomplexioned Gaul, with coal-black hair, closely cropped on his head, but not at all cropped over and about and under his face and chin? Sometimes you see him very energetically assisting in the kitchen department, and sometimes he comes and sits in his white shirt-sleeves and great black beard near his wife, enthroned on the bureau; and she is very proud of him.

And what a congregation of all classes at the little gray marble tables, the time being eight A. M. See! there is an officer of Zouaves, and two of National Guards; and a sergeant of the line, and three ouvriers in their blouses, a historical painter, and a portly citizen of grave and venerable deportment. There also are two young ladies, who must be governesses, and three others who are pretty certainly milliners' assistants; and there is a very grand lady, and her husband, But prouder still is she of her son, a and her two boys; and another very grand delicate but intellectual-looking boy of about and fat old lady, all black silk, and frills, twelve years old, who comes home on Sunand ribbons, with a table all to herself; and days from the Polytechnic School. Then, there is a family of country-folk, comprising dressed in his uniform, he has the supreme three generations, and children of various happiness of sitting next his mother on the denominations. There, too, is a very retir-scarlet-cushioned seat of the bureau. There ing widow, with three dear little girls; and he occupies himself with reading and sketchthere are two dames des halles. And they ing, but sitting so uncomfortably on the exall behave with such propriety, and polite-treme edge of the cushion. And why so? ness, and true gentility, that you are at a The cat has established itself in sleep just loss as to which of them to award the palm. behind him, with its flanks rising and failing The service of this establishment is per- so high and so regularly as to show what a formed by four young maids; and how very sound sleep it must be enjoying, under

the instinctive knowledge that the boy will
not, for the world, and any number of bonbons
besides, disturb the luxury of its position.
But now, having finished breakfast, you
advance to the bureau, and recount to the
good lady what you have partaken of; and
she, adding up the charges as you mention
each item, finally tells you, with a sweet
smile, and with a half-sympathizing half-
hesitating sort of expression, as if grieved to
the heart that you should be obliged to pay
so much-she tells you, "If it pleases
monsieur, neuf." Neuf! What, nine francs!
The chocolat à la crême was certainly very
fine, and the omelette most glorious, and the
rolls everything that Parisian bread is re-
ported to be; and you have risen like a giant
refreshed, and fit for walking through all
the miles and miles of counters at the Palais
de l'Industrie: but still nine francs!
Do not trouble yourself. Neuf" does
not mean nine francs; for, no matter how

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long the decimal coinage has been reported to be established by law in France, and however favorable the frequent bouleversements of everything, during the last fifty years, must have been to the introduction of any new monetary system, the mass of the people will have nothing to do with the decimals and novelties of the government and the savans. "Neuf," therefore, means nine sous of the ancient régime, and is so much a matter of course, that there is thought to be no occasion for multiplying words by adding the denomination of the coin to the number.

Nine sous, therefore, or fourpence-halfpenny, you pay, and for a famous breakfast; and the good old lady receives the money so thankfully, and looks so deeply obliged to you, yet withal so fearful lest you should have hurt yourself by your liberality. And you go forth on your way in an eminently charitable frame of mind, and at peace with all the human race.

COMMODORE RODGERS' CRUISE IN THE ARCTIC | SEAS. Accounts have been lately received of a very interesting cruise made by the United States sloop-of-war Vincennes, into the Arctic Sea north of Behring's Straits. The Vincennes is the flag-ship of the United States North Pacific Surveying Squadron, under the command of Commodore John Rodgers, whose observations on Japan have greatly increased our knowledge of that country.

The Vincennes entered Behring's Straits in August, 1855, and anchored in Senivane Bay, a port of the eastern coast of Asia, for the purpose of making astronomical observations. Here the Expedition had many opportunities of gaining information respecting the habits of the Techucchis Indians, a warlike race who inhabit this part of Asia. They owe no allegiance to foreign powers, having never been conquered by the Russians, although the country which they occupy is generally considered to belong to the Russian possessions in Asia.

north as the latitudes attained by Capts. Kellett and Collison north of Behring's Straits, the progress of the ship was interrupted by a barrier of ice, and, as she was not prepared for wintering in the Arctic Seas, it became necessary to alter her course.

Returning by the west of Herald Island, Commodore Rodgers sailed over the tail of Herald Reef, and worked up to the position of the land reported to have been seen by Capt. Kellett, and named by him Plover Island, which, however, seems to have no real existence, as no trace of it could be discovered by the officers of the Vincennes, although they had the advantage of an extremely clear atmosphere for observation.

Having accomplished all that was possible during the open season northward of Herald Island, Commodore Rodgers was anxious to visit Wrangell's Land, reported to have been discovered by Admiral Von Wrangell when he was in the Russian service; but, after working his ship to within 10 miles of the position assigned to the land, he was arrested by a barrier of ice.

Leaving a party at Senivane to make the necessary observations, Commodore Rodgers shaped The return passage to Behring's Straits was his course through Behring's Straits for Herald accomplished without any remarkable incident. Island, discovered by Capt. Kellett in 1851. This dashing cruise, considered in connection After landing on this island, which is stated to with Dr. Kane's late successful Exploring Expebe about 1 mile in length, and 850 feet above dition, and the capture by an American whaler the sea, Commodore Rodgers determined on vis- of our abandoned Resolute, will, we have reason iting the land reported to have been discovered to believe, incite our enterprising transatlantic by Capt. Kellett, about 60 miles north of Herald cousins to further Arctic exploration; and, Island. The Vincennes reached the latitudo of while the discovery of the North-West Passage 72° 5′ 29′′, in longitude 174° 37′ 15", without has been happily achieved by England, and perceiving any sign of land, and thus Com-possibly, as time may show, by Franklin's Exmodore Rodgers was forced to the conclusion pedition, the flag of the United States, under the that Capt. Kellett had fallen into the common auspices of a Grinnell or a Peabody, will possibly error in high latitudes in the Arctic Seas, and be the first to pass round the North American had been deceived by low cloud-banks, which he Continent from the Atlantic to the Pacific.believed to be islands. Athenæum.

At this point, which is not, however, so far