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among us. The present generation seem H. they are yours. A noble purchase. unwilling to “realise'' by slow and sure You'll sell those same lots in less than degrees ; but choose rather to set their a fortnight for fifty thousand dollars whole hopes upon a single cast, which profit!” either makes or mars them for ever! Monsieur Poopoo pricked up his ears at
Gentle reader, do you remember Mon- this, and was lost in astonishment. This sieur Poopoo? Heused to keep a smalltoy- was a much easier way of accumulating store in Chatham-street, near the corner riches than selling toysin Chatham-street; of Pearl-street. You must recollect him, and he determined to buy, and mend his of course. He lived there for many fortune without delay. years, and was one of the most polite and The auctioneer proceeded in his sale. accommodating of shopkeepers. When Other parcels were offered and disposed a juvenile, you have bought tops and of, and all the purchasers were promised marbles of him a thousand times. To immense advantages for their enterprise. be sure, you have ; and seen his vinegar- At last came a more valuable parcel than visage lighted up with a smile as you all the rest. The company pressed paid him the coppers ; and you have around the stand, and Monsieur Poopoo laughed at his little straight queue and did the same. his dimity breeches, and all the other “I now offer you, gentlemen, these oddities that made up the every-day magnificent lots, delightfully situated on apparel of my little Frenchman. Ah, I Long Island, with valuable water privi. perceive you recollect him, now. leges. Property in fee-title unexcep
Well, then, there lived Monsieur tionable-terms of sale, cash-deeds Poopoo ever since he came from "dear, ready for delivery immediately after the delightful Paris," as he used to call the sale. How much for them? Give them city of his pativity—there he took in the a start at something. How much ?" pennies for his kickshaws—there he laid The auctioneer looked around ; there aside five thousand dollars against a were no bidders. At last he caught the rainy day—there he was as happy as a eye of Monsieur Poopoo. lark-and there, in all human proba. say one hundred, sir ? Beautiful lotsbility, he would have been to this very valuable water privileges-shall I say one day, a respected and substantial citizen, hundred for you had he been willing to “ let well alone.” “ Oui, monsieur ; I will give you von But Monsieur Poopoo had heard strange hundred dollar a piece, for de lot vid de stories about the prodigious rise in real valuarble vatare privalege ; c'est ça.', estate, and having understood that most “Only one hundred a piece for these of his neighbours had become suddenly sixty valuable lots--only one hundred rich by speculating in lots, he instantly going-going-going-gone!” became dissatisfied with his own lot, Monsieur Poopoo was the fortunate forthwith determined to shut up shop, possessor. The auctioneer congratulated turn every thing into cash, and set about him—the sale closed and the company making money in earnest. No sooner dispersed. said than done ; and our quondam store- si Pardonnez moi, monsieur,” said keeper a few days afterwards attended a Poopoo, as the auctioneer descended his most extensive sale of real estate, at the pedestal, you shall excusez moi, if I Merchants’ Exchange.
shall go to votre bureau, your countingThere was the auctioneer, with his house, ver quick to make every ting sure beautiful and inviting lithographic maps wid respecto de lot vid de valuarble -all the lots as smooth and square and vatare privalege. Von leetle bird in de enticingly laid out as possible and there hand he vorth two in de tree, c'est vrai were the speculators—and there, in the -eh?" midst of them, stood Monsieur Poopoo. “Certainly, sir.”
“ Here they are, gentlemen," said he 6. Vell den, allons."! of the hammer, “ the most valuable lots And the gentlemen repaired to the ever offered for sale. Give me a bid for counting-house, where the six thousand them?"
dollars were paid, and the deeds of the “One hundred each,' said a by- property delivered. Monsieur Poopoo stander.
put these carefully in his pocket, and “One hundred !" said the auctioneer, he was about taking his leave, the auc“ scarcely enough to pay for the maps. tioneer made him a present of the lithoOne hundred-going-fifty-gone ! Mr. graphic outline of the lots, which was a
very liberal thing on his part, consider- At first the Frenchman was incredu.
but then it could not be perceived, for
After having discussed his repast, and having “ thoughts which often lie too
Our friend, however, was not a little was leaning back in his chair, with his
“Oh, beaucoup de matter. I have
ground for your complaint.”
“I do not joke. I nevare joke; je
vous have de kindness to give me back
“ Den vill you be so good as to take
de East River off de top of my lot?”
it will be just there. Your “ No, sare; but I have trow it away
“ That's not my fault."
“Yes, sare, but it is your fault. of Rome, the most splendid, the most You're von ver gran rascal to swindle graceful, the most eloquent of its nobles ? me out of de l'argent."
It could not be. His voice had indeed “Hollo, old Poopoo, you grow per- been touchingly soft whenever he adsonal; and if you can't keep a civil dressed her. There had been a fascitongue in your head, you must go out of nating tenderness even in the vivacity
of his look and conversation. But such « Vare shall I go to, eh?”
were always the manners of Cæsar to“To the devil, for aught I care, you ward women. He had wreathed a sprig foolish old Frenchman 1" said the auc- of myrtle in her hair as she was singing. tioneer, waxing warm.
She took it from her dark ringlets and “But, sare, I vill not go to de devil kissed it, and wept over it, and thought to oblige you l" replied the Frenchman, of the sweet legends of her own dear waxing warmer. 1. You cheat me out Greece-of youths and girls, who, pining of all de dollar vot I make in Chatham- away in hopeless love, had been transstreet; but I vill not go to de devil for formed into flowers by the compassion all dat. I vish you may go to de devil of the gods; and she wished to become yourself, you dem yankee-doodell, and a flower, which Cæsar might sometimes I vill go and drown myself, tout de suite, touch, though he should touch it only right avay.
to weave a crown for some prouder and “ You couldn't make a better use of happier mistress. your water privileges, old boy!"
She was roused from her musings by “Ah, miséricorde ! Ah, mon Dieul je the loud step and voice of Cethegus, suis abimé. I am ruin ! I am done up! who was pacing furiously up and down. I am break all into ten sousan leetle the supper-room. pieces! I am von lame duck, and I “May all the gods confound me, if shall vaddle across de gran ocean for Cæsar be not the deepest traitor, or the Paris, vish is de only valuarble vatare most miserable idiot, that ever inter. privilege dat is left me à present !" meddled with a plot !”.
Poor Poopoo was as good as his word. Zoe shuddered. She drew nearer to He sailed in the next packet, and arrived the window. She stood concealed from in Paris almost as pennyless as the day observation by the curtain of fine nethe left it.
work which hung over the aperture, to Should any one feel disposed to doubt exclude the annoying insects of the the veritable circumstances here re- climate. corded, let him cross the East River to “And you, too !!!
. continued Cethethe Wallabout, and farmer J***** will gus, turning fiercely on his accomplice : row him out to the very place where the you take his part against me!-you, poor Frenchman's lots still remain under who proposed the scheme yourself I' water !
My dear Caius Cethegus, you will not understand me. I proposed the scheme, and I will join in executing it.
But policy is as necessary to our plans A TALE OF THE YOUTH OF as boldness. I did not wish to startle JULIUS CÆSAR.
Cæsar—to lose his co-operation-per
haps to send him off with an information It was almost midnight. The party against us to Cicero and Catulus. He had separated. Catiline and Cethegus was so indignant at your suggestion, that were still conferring in the supper-room, all my dissimulation was scarcely suffi. which was, as usual, the highest apart. cient to prevent a total rupture ! ment of the house. It formed a cupola, “ Indignant! The gods confound from which windows opened on the flat him! He prated about humanity, and roof that surrounded it. To this terrace generosity, and moderation. By HerZoe had retired. With eyes dimmed cules, I have not heard such a lecture by fond and melancholy tears, she since I was with Xenochares at Rhodes." leaned over the 'balustrade, to catch the “Cæsar is made up of inconsistencies. last glimpse of the departing form of He has boundless ambition, unquesCæsar, as it grew more and more indis- tioned courage, admirable sagacity. Yet, tinct in the moonlight. Had he any I have frequently observed in him a thought of her ? any love for her? he, womanish weakness at the sight of pain. the favourite of the high-born beauties I remember that once one of his slaves
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was taken ill while carrying his litter. with chaplets on their heads, and torches
“I do not know. I have not yet frightful the mingled sensuality and your self-command, Lucius. I hate ferocity of their expression. The libersuch conspirators. What is the use of tine audacity of his stare, and the grothem? We must have blood-blood- tesque foppery of his apparel, seemed hacking and tearing work — bloody to indicate at least a partial insanity. work!
Flinging one arm round Zoe, and tearing “Do not grind your teeth, my dear away her veil with the other, he disCaius ; and lay down the carving-knife. closed to the gaze of his thronging comBy Hercules, you have cut up all the panions, the regular features and large stuffing of the couch.'
dark eyes which characterise Athenian “No matter; we shall have couches beauty. enough soon—and down to stuff them “ Clodius has all the luck to-night,"' with—and purple to cover them-and cried Ligarius. pretty women to loll on them-unless “Not so, by Hercules," said Marcus this fool, and such as he, spoil our plans. Coelius; “the girl is fairly our common I had something else to say. The es- prize ; we will Aling dice for her.” senced fop wishes to seduce Zoe from “Let me go-let me go, for heaven's
sake !” cried Zoe, struggling with Clo“Impossible! You misconstrue the dius. ordinary gallantries which he is in the “What a charming Greek accent she habit of paying to every handsome has! Come into the house, my little face."
Athenian nightingale." “Curse on his ordinary gallantries, “Oh! what will become of me? If and his verses, and his compliments, you have mothers if you have sisand his sprigs of myrtle ! If Cæsar ters should dare-by Hercules, I will tear “ Clodius has a sister," muttered Lihim to pieces in the middle of the garius, or he is much belied.”' forum !"
“By heaven, she is weeping !" said “Trust his destruction to me. We Clodius. must use his talents and influence “If she were not evidently a Greek,” thrust him upon every danger-make said Coelius, “I should take her for a him our instrument while we are con- vestal virgin.” tending-our peace-offering to the se- "And if she were a vestal virgin," nate if we fail-our first victim if we cried Clodius fiercely, “it should not succeed.”
deter me. This way: no struggling“ Hark! what noise was that?" no screaming.”
Somebody in the terrace ! Lend Struggling ! screaming !' exclaimed me your dagger."
a gay and commanding voice: “You Catiline rushed to the window. Zoe are making very ungentle love, Clodius." was standing in the shade. He stepped The whole party started. Cæsar had out. She darted into the room-passed mingled with them unperceived. like a flash of lightning by the startled The sound of his voice thrilled through Cethegus—flew down the stairs--through the very heart of Zoe. With a conthe court — through the vestibule — vulsive effort, she burst from the grasp through the street. Steps, voices, of her insolent admirer, flung herself at lights, came fast and confusedly behind the feet of Cæsar, and clasped his knees. her ; but with the speed of love and The moon shone full on her agitated and terror she gained upon her pursuers. imploring face; her lips moved, but she She fled through the wilderness of uttered no sound. He gazed at her for unknown and dusky streets, till she an instant, raised her, clasped her to his found herself, breathless and exhausted, bosom. “Fear nothing, my sweet Zoe." in the midst of a crowd of gallants, who, Then, with folded arms, and a smile of
placid defiance, he placed himself be- by the throat, and flung him against one tween her and Clodius.
of the pillars of the portico with such Clodius staggered forward, flushed violence, that he rolled, stunned and with wine and rage, and uttering alter- senseless, on the ground. nately a curse and a hiccup.
“ He is killed," cried several voices. By Pollux, this passes a jest! Ce- “ Fair self-defence, by Hercules !” said sar! how dare you insult me thus?" Marcus Cælius. “ Bear witness, you all
“ In jest ! I am as serious as a Jew saw him draw his dagger.” on the Sabbath. Insult you! for such “ He is not dead-he breathes,” said a pair of eyes I would insult the whole Ligarius. “Carry him into the house ; consular bench, or I should be as in. he is dreadfully bruised." sensible as King Psammis' mummy." The rest of the party retired with
“Good gods, Cæsar !” said Marcus Clodius. Coelius turned to Cæsar. Coelius, interposing; "you cannot think “By all the gods, Caius ! you have it worth while to get into a brawl for a won your lady fairly. A splendid viclittle Greek girl ?”
tory! You deserve a triumph." “Why not? the Greek girls have used
is What a
madman has Clodius me as well as those of Rome. Besides, become !" the whole reputation of my gallantry is " Intolerable ! But come, and sup at stake. Give up such a lovely woman with me on the Nones. You have no to that drunken boy! My character objection to meet the consul ?” would be gone for ever.
No more per
** Cicero ?
None at all. We need fumed tablets, full of vows and raptures! not talk politics. Our old dispute about No more toying with fingers at the Cir. Plato and Epicurus will furnish us with
No more evening walks along the plenty of conversation. So reckon upon Tiber. No more hiding in chests, or me, my dear Marcus, and farewell." jumping from windows. I, the favoured Cæsar and Zoe turned away. As soon suitor of half the white stoles in Rome, as they were beyond hearing, she began, could never again aspire above a freed- in great agitation:
You a man of gallantry, and “ Cæsar, you are in danger. I know think of such a thing! For shame, my all. I overheard Catiline and Cethegus. dear Coelius! Do not let Clodia hear You are engaged in a project which must of it.''
lead to certain destruction.” While Cæsar spoke, he had been “ My beautiful Zoe, I live only for engaged in keeping Clodius at arm's glory and pleasure. For these I have length. The rage of the frantic liber- never hesitated to hazard an existence tine increased as the struggle continued. which they alone render valuable to me. “Stand back as you value your life,' In the present case, I can assure you he cried; “I will pass.”
that our scheme presents the fairest “Not this way, sweet Clodius. I hopes of success." have too much regard for you to suffer * So much the worse.
You do not you to make love at such a disadvantage. know-you do not understand me. I You smell too much of Falernian at speak not of open peril, but of secret present. Would you stifle your mistress ? treachery. Catiline hates you ; Cethe. By Hercules, you are fit to kiss nobody gus hates you ; your destruction is renow, except old Piso, when he is tum- solved. If you survive the contest, you bling home in the morning from the perish in the first hour of victory. They vintner's.''
detest you for your moderation; they Clodius plunged his hand into his are eager for blood and for plunder. Í bosom, and drew a little dagger, the have risked my life to bring you this faithful companion of many desperate warning ; but that is of little moment. adventures.
Farewell ! be happy!" “Oh, gods ! he will be murdered!” Cæsar stopped her.
" Do you fly cried Zoe.
from my thanks, dear Zoe?” The whole throng of revellers was in “ I wish not for your thanks, but for agitation. The street fluctuated with your safety; I desire not to defraud torches and lifted hands. It was but for a Valeria or Servilia of one caress, exmoment. Cæsar watched, with a steady torted from gratitude or pity. Be my eye, the descending hand of Clodius, feelings what they may, I have learned, arrested the blow, seized his antagonist in a fearful school, to endure and to