young lady's rejected suitors were present. Forfeits were one of the pastimes and all went on with the greatest merriment, till the count was commanded, by some witty mam'selle to redeem his glove by saluting the cheek of his intended bride. The count blushed, trembled, advanced, retreated; again advanced to his mistress;—and,-at last, with a tremor that shook his whole soul, and every fibre of his frame, with a modest and diffident grace, he took the soft ringlet which played upon her cheek, pressed it to his lips, and retired to demand his redeemed pledge in the most evident confusion. His mistress gaily smiled and the game

went on.

One of her rejected suitors who was of a merry, unthinking disposition, was adjudged by the same indiscreet crier of the forfeits as "his last treat before he hanged himself" to snatch a kiss from the object of his recent vows. A lively contest ensued between the gentleman and lady, which lasted for more than a minute; but the lady yielded, though in the midst of a convulsive laugh.

The count had the mortification-the agony-to see the lips, which his passionate and delicate love would not permit him to touch, kissed with roughness, and repetition, by another man :--even by one whom he really despised. Mournfully and silently, without a word, he rose from his chair— left the room and the house. By that good natured kiss the fair boast of Vienna lost her lover-lost her husband. THE COUNT NEVER SAW HER MORE.