I refer you to some of the first periodicals of the

day, who

"Hush!-but is there any more?"

"Only that I shall never forget the jubilee we of the anatomy class held upon the occasion, nor the everlasting credit and fame which yet attach to us, for having, at last, got hold of such a valuable subject as Wee Watty."

COURTING BY PROXY.

SOLON SENSITIVE was the son of a tailor, who by an unwearied attention to his calling had amassed what might be called a handsome competence. Still, however, he carried on business, for the sake of his son, whom he expected to exhibit, in his own elastic person, the ever-varying fashions in dress, for the information of his numerous customers; but, like the plant from which he derived his name, Solon shrank from observation, and was scarcely ever to be seen in the shop, which so exasperated his father, that he condemned him to the drudgery of the shop

board, in which he continued till his father's

death.

Solon being now his own master, became more and more retiring, and, at length, found himself unable to face any of his customers. The business was consequently left to the management of his foreman, who, having been long in Mr. Sensitive's employ, was quite able to undertake the reins of government. Time rolled on, and Solon began to feel anxious to know the state of his affairs. It was some time, however, before he could muster courage sufficient to demand a statement of accounts from his acting manager, and when the day appointed for a general settlement arrived, he found, to his dismay, that his honest manager had decamped, carrying with him cash to a large amount !

After this event, Solon was never seen in London, excepting by two individuals, viz. his old

housekeeper and his early friend, Jack Linton,

a rattle-brained, harem-scarem fellow, who was always endeavouring to "draw" Solon "out," or, in other words, to show him what he called "life."

The idea of being pointed at in the streets, as the unfortunate gentleman who had been plundered to the extent of £1500, was more than Solon's philosophy could bear. In vain did his father's intimate friends call to condole with him ; he was invisible-inaccessible.

He now began to feel his situation by no means an enviable one, and by the advice and assistance of his friend Jack Linton, disposed of his stock in trade, and took refuge in the retired village of Grimstead. Linton was, as usual, his agent in this matter, and engaged him a snug little cottage in the most retired part of the village. Hither Solon repaired, at an advanced hour of the evening, and quietly took possession of his mansion, without either seeing, or being seen, by

any of the inhabitants. The secrecy observed by Solon, who never was seen abroad, added to the droll appearance of his friend Linton, who knocked and obtained admission at all hours, soon attracted the notice, and excited the curiosity, of the neighbouring gossips, and Solon was generally spoken of as the "Invisible Gentleman.”

As for the unmarried ladies of Grimstead, they were annoyed beyond the power of utterance, and many were the epithets (I am sorry to say, sometimes abusive ones) lavished on the devoted head of poor Solon, who had dared to treat with contempt the charms of so many amiable creatures; and yet he was certainly an object for pity rather than contempt, nor was his heart so cold and insensible as it was supposed to be.

All persons acquainted with the miseries of a bachelor's life, will readily conceive, that poor Mr. Sensitive must be any thing but happy in his solitary abode. He had, indeed, entertained a