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distinct words: "Gentlemen! I am not accustomed to such exhibitions. I fear my woman's wit may be entangled amid your forms and subtleties. I will cut this matter short. Before this noble company I declare as I shall answer to King Francis with my broad lands, and to God with my soul, as I live and regard my honour, I never gave troth, nor faith, nor promise of marriage, to that lying caitiff, nor ever dreamed of such a folly. And if any one call in question this my declaration, here”—she continued, taking Vieilleville by the hand"here stands my champion, whom I present to maintain my words, which he knows to be true, and from the mouth of a lady of honour, if ever one existed. I place my trust, under God and my good cause, in his valour."

"That alters the case," said the president, smiling with secret satisfaction at being freed from the necessity of displeasing the king. "Clerk,

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you may remove your books-there is no more need of writing. The lady has preferred a form of process much more summary than ours. And you, Sir Marquis! What is your pleasure?" Saluzzo had too sincere a respect for his ungainly body to hazard it against Vieilleville. "I will marry no woman by constraint," he muttered, "If she do not affect me, I can do without her."

As Vieilleville passed through the antechamber, one of the judges accosted him in a low voice. "You have saved yourself a six months' work, worse than the corvée, by this wager of battle. The marquis had a list of forty interrogations for the lady, in which every word she ever spoke to himself or servants, every pressure of his hand, was enumerated." "Well," said he "it is only a French woman who has outwitted a hundred Italians." "No," pursued his informant, "it is your valour which has extricated her from an ugly

scrape. Away, and celebrate the wedding; for I much misinterpret the looks of the prince and lady if that be not what you are driving at.

[EDINBURGH LITERARY JOURNAL.]

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TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE,

FORTY YEARS AGO.

It was a lovely morning; a remittance had arrived in the very nick of time; my two horses were in excellent condition; and I resolved, with a college chum, to put in execution a long concerted scheme of driving to London, Tandem. We sent our horses forward, got others at Cambridge, and tossing Algebra and Anarcharsis "to the dogs" started in high spirits. We ran up to London in style -went ball-pitch to the play-and after a quiet breakfast at the St. James's, set out with my own horses upon a dashing drive through the west end

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