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The champagne soon began to go round very briskly, and the guests felt, in consequence, much less restrained. They conversed with more spirit, and laughed with more freedom, and, indeed, there were several present who displayed no inconsiderable share of true wit. These, however, did not create the most laughter. The greatest amount of merriment was produced by two aged individuals, who had not a tooth between them, but who, nevertheless, exhibited the chief characteristics of buffoons to such perfection that Mirth burst the barrier of Pity to roar. Not, however, content with this pleasing result of the laudable development of his genius, one of them actually kissed two nuns who sat beside him ; and Stanley conceived, as they offered no resistance, but, on the contrary, felt rather flattered than not, that he was the father of those nuns, or their uncle, or their guardian at least, until Madame Poupetier, who saw the outrage committed, exclaimed, with appropriate solemnity, "My Lord !"

The expression of the noble individual's queer countenance on being thus solemnly called to order, became so excessively droll that it induced a simultaneous burst of laughter, which, being both loud and long-continued, threw his lordship into a state of perfect rapture, the powerful development of which he managed by rolling remarkably in their sockets his two odd eyes, with which, in point of legitimate obliquity, nothing at all comparable in the annals of eyes, either ancient or modern, exists upon record. The only person who did not laugh at this highly interesting exhibition was the noble lord's rival. To him the effect was wormwood. He became extremely jealous. He held it to be a monstrous monopoly, and tried to break it down ; but, although he laboured hard to eclipse the noble lord, he eventually felt himself utterly extinguished.

It may here be remarked, that champagne is a wine of which ladies in general are fond : it were useless, perhaps, to dive to any depth into the cause ; but that they do love it dearly is a fact which experience has placed beyond the pale of dispute. Such being the case, then, it may, without any impropriety, be mentioned, that at this particular period of the evening that light and lively wine began to work its legitimate effects upon the elderly round-faced ladies by whom the festive board was adorned, and who entered at large into the general economy of the establishments over which they had respectively the honour to preside. This appeared to be deeply in. teresting to them, but not to Stanley : still his eyes might even then have been opened, had not Madame Poupetier, with great adroitness, suggested that the young ladies present were then at liberty to return to the ball-room, when, as this correct suggestion was acted upon generally, Stanley and Isabelle joined them at once.

“Now, Isabelle,” said Stanley, having led her to a seat, “what is this grand secret ?”

Isabelle gazed at him intensely for a moment, and then said, “ Est. il encore un secret ?

Oui, vraiment,” replied Stanley ; “ mais parlez Anglais. Il m'est difficile-il m'est difficile-de vous faire comprendre en Français ; en même temps j'admire beaucoup plus-beaucoup plus j'admire beaucoup plus votre Anglais que votre Français."

“ Vich vos be de same to me myself, but different. Still I sall try to pleasure you." VOL. V.


“Well, then,” said Stanley. “Now, what is it?”

“Vy," said Isabelle, as she played with Stanley's chain, and arranged it in various devices upon his vest, “it is—I—it is veery terrible to me to tell you. I cannot possible.”

" Why, you silly girl ?”

" Vell, you sall-you sall deviner-vot you call ?-guess-yes, yes, you sall guess.”

“ Impossible! I cannot."

“Cannot guess ? . Vot vill I do? You vill not be angry? Please do not be angry.

“Angry, my dear girl! Why should I be angry? I cannot be angry with you."

Isabelle raised her eyes, which then sparkled with pleasure ; but dropped them again as she said, “Oh, it is veery shocking for me! but it vill as vell bee done at last as at fost!" when, taking a deep inspiration, she added, " I lof you!” and buried her face in his bosom.

“And this is the secret,” thought Stanley. “Well! I suspected as much. Now how am I to act? I must not be serious with this poor girl. I must pass it off with levity-treat it as a jest. Isabelle," said he, playfully, “ let me see your eyes.".

Conceiving that his object was to test her sincerity, she looked at him firmly in an instant.

“And so you really love me?” “Oh, yes, indeed! I have veery dear great lof for you in my heart.” “Upon my honour I feel highly flattered."

“Oh, no : tere is no flatterie in vérité. Indeed I vos not a tall flatter."

“ And, pray, how long have I had the honour of your love?" “Evare, from ven I deed know you to see.'

“ Indeed! Well, that is strange. But, Isabelle, what is the character of your love ?

“ Te character ? I cannot tell. I nevare deed lof like tis lof beefore. Oh! it is happiness—yet it is not: it gives to me pleasure, and

yet it does not: it is te supreme-it is—oh !-it is lof!" “ Now, suppose, Isabelle, that I were married.”

Marry! oh, no, no, no! you are not marry." “ But, if I were ? " “ Vy, if you vere marry, it vill be veery terrible to me.” “Of course in such a case you would love me no more?

“ No more! Till evare and evare! I vill not help it. Bur, no, no, you are not marry a tall. I perceive by you smile you are not, vich is veery great felicity to me.”

“Well, come,” said Stanley, attempting to rise, “shall we dance the next set ?

“ Yes-yes," said Isabelle ; " but—you have quite forget to tell to me someting.”

“ Indeed! What have I forgotten?" “ You have quite entirely forget to say you lof me.” “Well, that is indeed very wrong, is it not ?" “But,” said Isabelle, after a pause, “ you have nevare tell to me still !-You do not love me."

“Love you! How can I resist? I can't but love so sweet a girl."

“But do you lof me vid de veritable lof vich is lof-vich is true? Ah! vy you hesitate ? vy you not answer to me? You are marry!

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Oh, tell to me if it is so! but do not-oh, do not be cruel to say it." is if it is not. Are you marry ?”

“I will not deceive you,” said Stanley: “I am.”

Isabelle dropped her head, and was silent. The tears flowed fast though unheeded by her, and she looked as if the answer of Stanley had been death to every hope she had cherished.

“Come, come,” said he," why are you so sad? Because I happen to be married? Why, I hope to see you married soon.'

Oh, nevare! You vill nevare see Isabelle marry: you vill nevare see Isabelle more !"

“Hark! what is that ?'' exclaimed Stanley, as at the moment he heard a loud scream, followed by cries which had a thrilling effect. “Remain here, my girl. Do not be alarmed. I will return to you immediately."

Isabelle pressed his hand, and he darted from the room.

Following the sound of the voices, which now became more and more loud, he soon entered the room in which supper had been laid, and which at that time presented a scene of a character the most lively and imposing. The tables were turned upside down ; the chairs were broken ; the pier-glass was starred ; and the carpet was strewn with the fragments of bottles, and saturated with wine ; and while those of the guests by whom the sport was enjoyed were pulling others back, and shouting, "Let them alone !" the noble individual who had produced so much mirth, and his rival, whom at supper he had totally eclipsed, were mounted upon the sideboard, engaged among the glasses in the performance of a musical pas de deur.

Stanley at first could not get even a glance at the principal characters engaged in the scene ; but having, by dint of great perseverance, broken through a kind of ring, he perceived two of the redfaced ladies devoting all their physical energies, with the view of getting as much satisfaction out of each other as possible, to the manifest delight of those by whom they were respectively backed. One of these ladies struck out like a man quite straight from the shoulder and fairly ; but the other, though incomparably less scientific, did with her talons the greatest amount of execution. They were both in a state in which ladies ought never to wish to be, whether they do or do not love their lords; and being so, the highest object of each was to damage the countenance of the other as much as she comfortably could.

“Pray—pray, put an end to it,-pray!” exclaimed Madame Poupetier, with an expression of agony: “O, the reputation of my house !—the reputation of my house !"

Stanley, on being thus appealed to, at once interfered, but in vain.

“I'll teach her to run down my girls !” shrieked the more scientific of the two, who at the moment aimed a left-handed blow at her opponent, whose cap, though adorned with pinks, lilies, and roses, and long ears of corn, was so frightened that it few off her head. “ I'll show her the difference! I keep them like ladies, and that's more than some people do,” and she aimed another blow, which had so powerful an effect upon the face of her opponent, that that lady considered it expedient to close ; when, apparently with malice aforethought, she plucked off in an instant her more scientific anta

gonist's coiffure, consisting not only of a violet velvet turban, with three birds of paradise stuck up in front, but of an elegant, richly-curled, highly-wrought peruke ! Oh! to the delicate and strictly-private feelings of that lady this was terrible indeed,—and it may not be altogether incorrect to mention, that with her white bald head, and her round red face, thus completely unadorned, she did not look so comfortable quite as she did before. Still, although she felt it deeply, while the other shrieked with laudable exultation, she flew at ber boldly again, and caught hold of her hair, expecting evidently a similar result, which would have made her comparatively happy ; but, albeit she tugged and tugged with becoming perseverance, she found it so excessively natural that she really began to deem herself conquered, inasmuch as she felt that she could not inflict upon

the feelings of her opponent so deep a wound as that which her opponent had inflicted upon hers. So natural a fact is it that, while she cared but little about an exposure of her moral defects, over which she had control, she could not bear the exposition of those physical defects, 'over which she had no control whatever; and hence, notwithstanding the enthusiastic promptings of her satellites, who really gave her every encouragement to “go in and win,” she snatched from the ground her degraded coiffure, and rushed from the room, amidst loud roars of laughter.

Stanley now began to feel convinced that some of the persons there assembled were not of the most respectable caste; but, without at all dwelling upon the importance which ought to have been attached to this conviction, he returned to the ball-room, with the view of rejoining Isabelle. He reached the couch on which he had left her : she had vanished.• He inquired of those around; they knew nothing of her departure. He requested the servants to search the house, and they did search ; they searched every room : she was not to be found. He remembered the last words she had uttered; and became apprehensive of her having madly rushed to selfdestruction. He wished that he had not been so candid, yet felt that he could not be blamed. He inquired of Madame Poupetier ; he inquired of all whom he met; he could not obtain the slightest information. He felt that during the disgraceful confusion she must have escaped unperceived, and, being firmly convinced that she was lost, he changed his dress, and left the house, with her last words ringing

“You will never see Isabelle married : you will never see Isabelle more !"

in his ears,




HERE goes a review, such as Yellow and Blue

Its pages most glorious ne'er clapt in;
And sure it were wrong, if in aught but a song

A notice we gave of the Captain !
Hail, Morris! the chief, prime bard of prime beef!

Other poets on feeding more airy
Their thin muses may starve-richer diet must carve

Our old Beef-Steak.Club Se-cre-ta-ry.


Moses tells us, that “when we've reached threescore and ten,

Our work in the world is nigh over ;"
And you'll find it true still, search wherever you will,

From the house of John Groat down to Dover.
If that date we o'erpass, our strength is, alas!

Shrunk away down from giant to fairy,
Except in such case, as the reader may trace

In these songs of a non-a-ge-na-ry

dows away;

and past

Wear Morris [at ninety.] Well, I'm come, my dear friends, your How many bright spirits I've seen disapkind wish to obey,

pear, And drive, by light Mirth, all Life's sha. While Fate's lucky lot held me happily

here! To turn the heart's sighs to the throb How many kind hearts and gay bosoms bings of Joy,

gone by, And a grave aged man to a merry old That have left me to mingle my mirth boy.

with a sigh. 'Tis a bold transformation, a daring de. But whate'er be the lot that Life's course sign,

may afford, But not past the power of Friendship and Or howe'er Fate may chequer this everWine ;

loved board, And I trust that e'en yet this warm mix. So the memory of Pleasure brings Sorture will raise

row relief, A brisk spark of light o'er the shade of That a ray of past joy ever gleams o'er my days.

the grief. The swan, it is said by the poets, still And still in your presence more brightly tries

it glows: To sing, if he can, a last song ere Here high mount my spirits, where alhe dies :

ways they rose; So, like him, my dear brethren, I'll do Here a sweet-mingled vision of present

what I can, Though th' attempt savours more of the Still blesses my sight, and will bless to goose than the swan.

the last. When I look round this board, and recall When my spirits arc low, for relief and tu my breast

delight, How long here I sat, and how long I was I still place your splendid memorial* in blest,

sight; In a mingled effusion, that steals to my And call to my Muse, when Care strives eyes,

to pursue, I sob o'er the wishes that Lise now de • Bring the steaks to my memory, and nies.

bowl to my view.' 'Twas here my youth, manhood, and age When brought-at its sight all the blue used to pass,

devils fly, Till Time bade me mark the low sands And a world of gay visions rise bright to in his glass;

my eye; Then with grief that alone Death can Cold Fear shuns the Cup where warm hide from my view,

Memory flows; I gave up the blessing, and sadly with And Grief, shamed by Joy, hides his bud. drew.

get of woes. But my sorrow is soothed, my dear 'Tis a pure holy fount, where for ever I friends, let me say,

find As your ótribute of friendship I proudly A sure double charm for the body and survey,

mind; That my heart can yet glow with the joy For I feel, while I'm cheer'd by the drop it reveals,

that I lift, And my tongue has yet power to tell I'm blest by the motive that hallows the what it feels.


* A large and elegant silver bowl, with an appropriate inscription, presented by the Society as a testimonial of affectionate esteem.

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