"

Ay, by sight. I have seen him on trying occasions, sure enough. But you will meet him no more, I guess: he is wanted in town tomorrow morning."-" Gracious heaven! for what?" said Laura, thinking the Marquis de Tête Perdu was again apprehended for not having been hanged sufficiently. "Why, be prepared, miss; he is going to tie the noose." "Wretch! perfidious wretch" shrieked Laura, as her fear now changed into jealousy; "do you mean that he is going to lead another to the altar?"-" Exactly miss!" said the tailor, and off went his high trotting horse.

CHAP. VII.-THE DENOUEMENT.

"POOR cousin Jack!" said the lawyer, as he was eating his breakfast; "he has been playing very naughty pranks, to be sure; but he is our cousin, nevertheless. We should pay him all

possible respect. Come, girl, get on your bonnet; you may as well come with me; it will divert your mind." "La! papa; but, to be sure, there will be a great crowd. It is a most affecting sight; and, after all, I think a drive may do me good.". "That's right, girl," said the father; and they were soon on the road to the capital. They arrived at an open space, but filled with spectators; they beheld a platform, raised above the heads of the people; Laura grew very faint with anxiety and heat. She heard the spectators talking to each other. "They say," observed one, "that it was with great difficulty he was persuaded to the calling; it has been four hundred years in the family; he took himself away, but came back when he heard the fees were augmented, you know he gets all the clothes." "There's poor cousin Jack," quoth the attorney, "how pale he is!" Laura looked. To the side of cousin Jack, who was about to be hanged,

moved a well-known figure. "The Marquis de

My

My eye!

Tête Perdu!" cried the lawyer aghast! lover! lover!" screamed Laura. my that's the hereditary hangman!" said a bystander with open mouth. "Hereditary hangman!" said an English lord, who was by chance an attendant at the spectacle. "Hereditary hangman!—what a burlesque on the peerage!" Is it a burlesque truly, or is the one about as wise as the other?

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STORY OF CASSEM;

OR, AVARICE PROPERLY REWARDED

THERE dwelt at Bagdad, an old merchant, named Abou Cassem, noted for his avarice. Although he was very rich, his clothes were nothing but patches and rags; his turban was of the coarsest cloth, and so dirty that it was difficult to distinguish the colour. But of his whole dress, his papooshes [slippers] were what merited most the attention of the curious; the soles were armed with large nails, and the upper leathers were an assemblage of botches; the famous ship Argo had not so many pieces in it; and ever since they

had been papooshes, which was about ten years, the most skilful cobblers in all Bagdad had exhausted their ingenuity to keep them together. They were even become so heavy that they passed into a proverb; and when any one wanted to express a thing that was remarkably clumsy, Cassem's papooshes were always the object of comparison.

One day, this merchant was walking in the bazaar, when an offer was made him of a large quantity of crystal, of which he made an advantageous purchase; and hearing some days after that a perfumer, whose affairs were in a ruinous state, had some excellent rose-water to sell, which was his last resource, he instantly took advantage of the poor man's misfortunes, and bought his rose-water for half the value. This new bargain put him into good-humour; however, instead of giving an entertainment to his neighbours, according to the custom of the mer