one of our visitants,

-a most comely youth ;

but what's that to me?- -A virtuous maiden

should be entirely under the direction of her parents.- -John ate but little stole a great

tender looks at me,

-said a woman never many could be handsome, in his opinion, who was not good tempered.I hope my temper is not intolerable.-Nobody finds fault with it but Roger, and Roger is the most disorderly serving-man in our family.--John Gray likes white teeth;my teeth are of a pretty good colour, I think-and my hair is as black as jet, though I say it,—and John, if I mistake not, is of the same opinion.

:-the

"Eleven o'clock.- -Rose from table:-1

company all desirous of walking in the fields.John Gray would lift me over every stile, and twice he squeezed my hand with great vehemence.

-I cannot say that I should have any aversion to John Gray-he plays prison-bars as well as any gentleman in the country; is remarkably

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dutiful to his parents, and never misses church of

a Sunday.

"Three o'clock.--Poor farmer Robinson's

house burnt down by an accidental fire.- -John Gray proposed a subscription among the company for the farmer's relief, and gave no less than five pound himself to this benevolent intention.-—— Memorandum.-Never saw him look so comely as at that moment. Four o'clock.-Went to prayers.

"Six o'clock.-Fed the poultry and the hogs. "Seven o'clock.--Supper on the table.Delayed to that very late hour on account of poor farmer Robinson's misfortune. The goose pye too much baked, and the loin of pork almost roasted to rags.

"Nine o'clock.

-The company half asleep. These late hours very disagreeable ;—said my prayers a second time, John Gray disturbing my thoughts too much the first: fell asleep about ten, and dreamt that John had come and demanded ne of my father.”

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How widely different are the pursuits of our fashionable ladies now-a-days! Still, however, we must allow that they do distinguish themselves, and that very frequently; more particularly in our places of public resort;—but, verbum sat-God forbid, sir, that either of our families should come into their secret-" Honesty is always the best policy," as the old adage says.— Farewell. Your's, dear Sir, faithfully,

ONE OF THE OLD SCHOOL,

THE RESOLUTE LOVER.

A GREAT reverse of fortune, one of those catastrophes which bankers meet with every day, precipitated Madame de Pons from the height of a most brilliant position in society, to the most humble fortune.

Events of this nature are so common, and, moreover, so sudden, that it is by no means a rarity in our times to receive an invitation to a grand party in the Rue de la Paix (the Portland Place of Paris), and to pay your visit to the Prison of St. Pelagie (the King's Bench), or rather to Brussels (the French Isle of Man).

The splendid salons of Madame de Pons were naturally reduced to one small garret in the Marais (the Borough); and yet it was too large for the number of those who came to share her bad fortune.

In Paris, matters are settled thus: you give parties, it makes you one of the world; I make a part of this world,-you give me pleasure, I give you my company: when your supper is over, and your wax-lights extinguished, we are quits; for, after all, your party is but a party. In return for your invitation of me, I have the right of complaining, if the music at your concert is bad, that I have been your dupe; if the invitation was to a ball, that it was tedious, very tedious.After the death of her husband, who blew out his brains as a compensation to his creditors, Madame de Pons found her circle of acquaintance much reduced.

For all that, the Count de Marigny, who had