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of every hue. Ixion and Juno returned | seemed out of humor or out of spirits. to the palace. She leant upon his arm; Jupiter spoke only in monosyllables of her eyes were fixed upon the ground; suppressed rage, that sounded like distant they were in sight of the gorgeous pile, thunder. and yet she had not spoken. Ixion, too, was silent, and gazed with abstraction upon the glowing sky.

Suddenly, when within a hundred yards of the portal, Juno stopped, and looking up into the face of Ixion with an irresistible smile, she said, "I am sure you cannot now refuse to tell me what the Queen of Mesopotamia's peacock's tail was made of!"

"It is impossible now," said Ixion. "Know, then, beautiful Goddess, that the tail of the Queen of Mesopotamia's peacock was made of some plumage she had stolen from the wings of Cupid !"

"And what was the reason that prevented you from telling me before?"

"Because, beautiful Juno, I am the most discreet of men, and respect the secret of a lady, however trifling.'

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"I am glad to hear that," replied Juno, and they re-entered the palace.

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MERCURY met Juno and Ixion in the gallery leading to the grand banquet hall. "I was looking for you," said the God, shaking his head. Jove is in a sublime rage. Dinner has been ready this hour." The King of Thessaly and the Queen of Heaven exchanged a glance and entered the saloon. Jove looked up with a brow of thunder, but did not condescend to send forth a single flash of anger. Jove looked up and Jove looked down. All Olympus trembled as the father of Gods and men resumed his soup. The rest of the guests seemed nervous and reserved, except Cupid, who said immediately to Juno, "Your Majesty has been detained?"

"I fell asleep in a bower reading Apollo's last poem," replied Juno. "I am lucky, however, in finding a companion in my negligence. Ixion, where have you been?"

"Take a glass of nectar, Juno," said Cupid, with eyes twinkling with mischief; "and perhaps Ixion will join us."

This was the most solemn banquet ever celebrated in Olympia. Every one

Apollo whispered to Minerva. Mercury never opened his lips, but occasionally exchanged significant glances with Ganymede. Mars compensated, by his attentions to Venus, for his want of conversation. Cupid employed himself in asking disagreeable questions. At length the Goddesses retired. Mercury exerted himself to amuse Jove, but the Thunderer scarcely deigned to smile at his best stories. Mars picked his teeth, Apollo played with his rings, Ixion was buried in a profound reverie.

VI.

IT was a great relief to all when Ganymede summoned them to the presence of their late companions.

"I have written a comment upon your inscription," said Minerva to Ixion, "and am anxious for your opinion of it."

"I am a wretched critic," said the King, breaking away from her. Juno smiled upon him in the distance.

"Ixion," said Venus, as he passed by, "come and talk to me."

The bold Thessalian blushed, he stammered out an unmeaning excuse, he quitted the astonished but good-natured Goddess, and seated himself by Juno, and as he seated himself his moody brow seemed suddenly illumined with brilliant light. "Is it so?" said Venus. "Hem!" said Minerva. "Ha, ha!" said Cupid. Jupiter played piquette with Mercury. "Everything goes wrong to-day," said the King of Heaven; "cards wretched, and kept waiting for dinner, and by-a mortal!"

"Your Majesty must not be surprised," said the good-natured Mercury, with whom Ixion was no favorite. Your Majesty must not be very much surprised at the conduct of this creature. Considering what he is, and where he is, I am only astonished that his head is not more turned than it appears to be. A man, a thing made of mud, and in Heaven! Only think, sir! Is it not enough to inflame the brain of any child of clay? To

be sure, keeping your Majesty from dinner is little short of celestial high treason. I hardly expected that, indeed. To order me about, to treat Ganymede as his own lackey, and, in short, to command the whole household; all this might be expected from such a person in such a situation, but I confess I did think he had some little respect left for your Majesty." "And he does order you about, eh?" inquired Jove. "I have the spades."

Oh! 'tis quite ludicrous," responded the son of Maia. "Your Majesty would not expect from me the offices that this upstart daily requires."

"Eternal destiny! is't possible? That is my trick. And Ganymede, too?" "Oh! quite shocking, I assure you, sir," said the beautiful cup-bearer, leaning over the chair of Jove with all the easy insolence of a privileged favorite. Really sir, if Ixion is to go on in the way he does, either he or I must quit."

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"Is it possible?" exclaimed Jupiter. "But I can believe anything of a man who keeps me waiting for dinner. Two and three make five."

"It is Juno that encourages him so," said Ganymede.

"Does she encourage him?" inquired Jove.

"Everybody notices it," protested Ganymede.

"It is indeed a little noticed," observed Mercury.

"What business has such a fellow to speak to Juno?" exclaimed Jove. "A mere mortal, a mere miserable mortal! You have the point. How I have been deceived in this fellow! Who ever could have supposed that after all my generosity to him, he would ever have kept me waiting for dinner?"

"He was walking with Juno," said Ganymede. "It was all a sham about their having met by accident. Cupid saw them."

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"Ha!" said Jupiter, turning_pale; you don't say so! Repiqued, as I am a God. That is mine. Where is the Queen?"

VII.

"WHERE is Juno?" demanded Jupiter. "I am sure I cannot say," said Venus, with a smile.

"I am sure I do not know," said Minerva, with a sneer.

"Where is Ixion?" said Cupid, laughing outright.

Mercury, Ganymede, find the Queen of Heaven instantly," thundered the father of Gods and men.

The celestial messenger and the heavenly page flew away out of different doors. There was a terrible, an immortal silence. Sublime rage lowered on the brow of Jove like a storm upon the mountain-top. Minerva seated herself at the card-table and played at Patience. Venus and Cupid tittered in the background. Shortly returned the envoys, Mercury looking solemn, Ganymede malignant.

"Well?" inquired Jove; and all Olym pus trembled at the monosyllable.

Mercury shook his head.

"Her Majesty has been walking on the terrace with the King of Thessaly," replied Ganymede.

"Where is she now, sir?" demanded Jupiter.

Mercury shrugged his shoulders.

"Her Majesty is resting herself in the pavilion of Cupid, with the King of Thessaly," replied Ganymede.

"Confusion!" exclaimed the father of Gods and men; and he rose and seized a candle from the table, scattering the cards in all directions. Every one present, Minerva and Venus, and Mars and Apollo, and Mercury and Ganymede, and the Muses, and the Graces, and all the winged Genii-each seized a candle; rifling the chandeliers, each followed Jove. "This way," said Mercury. "This way," said Ganymede. "This way, this way!" echoed the celestial crowd.

"Mischief!” cried Cupid; "I must save my victims."

They were all upon the terrace. The father of Gods and men, though both in "Talking to Ixion, sire," said Mercury. a passion and a hurry, moved with dig"Oh, I beg your pardon, sire; I did not nity. It was, as customary in Heaven, a know you meant the queen of diamonds." clear and starry night; but this eve Diana "Never mind. I am repiqued, and I was indisposed, or otherwise engaged, have been kept waiting for dinner. Ac- and there was no moonlight. They were cursed be this day! Is Ixion really talk-in sight of the pavilion. ing to Juno? We will not endure this." "What are you?" inquired Cupid of

one of the Genii, who accidentally extinguished his candle.

"I am a Cloud," answered the winged Genius.

"A Cloud! Just the thing. Now do me a shrewd turn, and Cupid is ever your debtor. Fly, fly, pretty Cloud, and encompass yon pavilion with your form. Away! ask no questions; swift as my word."

"I declare there is a fog," said Venus. "An evening mist in Heaven!" said Minerva.

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"Where is Nox?" said Jove. 'Everything goes wrong. Who ever heard of a mist in Heaven?"

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'My candle is out," said Apollo. 'And mine too," said Mars. "And mine, and mine, and mine," said Mercury and Ganymede, and the Muses and the Graces.

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"All the candles are out!" said Cupid; "a regular fog. I cannot even see the pavilion: it must be hereabouts, though,' said the God to himself. "So, so; I should be at home in my own pavilion, and am tolerably accustomed to stealing about in the dark. There is a step; and here, surely, is the lock. The door opens, but the Cloud enters before me. Juno, Juno," whispered the God of Love, are all here. Be contented to escape, like many other innocent dames, with your reputation only under a cloud: it will soon disperse; and lo! the heaven is clearing."

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"It must have been the heat of our flambeaux," said Venus, "for, see, the mist is vanished; here is the pavilion." Ganymede ran forward, and dashed open the door. Ixion was alone.

'Seize him," said Jove.

"Juno is not here," said Mercury, with an air of blended congratulation and disappointment.

Never mind," said Jove; "seize him! He kept me waiting for dinner."

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Is this your hospitality, Egiochus?" exclaimed Ixion, in a tone of bullying innocence. "I shall defend myself."

"Seize him, seize him!" exclaimed Jupiter. "What! do you all falter? Are you afraid of a mortal?"

"And a Thessalian?" asked Ganymede. No one advanced.

"Send for Hercules," said Jove. "I will fetch him in an instant," Ganymede.

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The dinner-hour?" said Jove.

It is no use talking sentiment to Ixion," said Venus; "all mortals are callous."

"Adventures are to the adventurous," said Minerva.

"Here is Hercules! here is Hercules!" "Seize him!" said Jove; "seize that man."

In vain the mortal struggled with the irresistible demigod.

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Shall I fetch fetch your thunderbolt, Jove?" inquired Ganymede.

"Anything short of eternal punishment is unworthy of a God," answered Jupiter, with great dignity. "Apollo, bring me a wheel of your chariot.'

"What shall I do to-morrow morning?" inquired the God of Light.

"Order an eclipse," replied Jove. "Bind the insolent wretch to the wheel; hurl him to Hades; its motion shall be perpetual."

"What am I to bind him with?" inquired Hercules.

"The girdle of Venus," replied the Thunderer.

"What is all this?" inquired Juno, advancing, pale and agitated.

"Come along; you shall see," answered Jupiter. "Follow me, follow me.'

They all followed the leader, all the Gods, all the Genii; in the midst, the brawny husband of Hebe, bearing Ixion aloft, bound to the fatal wheel. They reached the terrace; they descended the sparkling steps of lapis-lazuli. Hercules held his burden on high, ready, at a nod, to plunge the hapless but presumptuous mortal through space into Hades. The heavenly group surrounded him, and peeped over the starry abyss. It was a fine moral, and demonstrated the usual infelicity that attends unequal connections.

"Celestial despot!" said Ixion.

In a moment all sounds were hushed, as they listened to the last words of the unrivaled victim. Juno, in despai leant upon the respective arms of Venus and Minerva.

"Celestial despot!" said Ixion, "I defy the immortal ingenuity of thy cruelty. said My memory must be as eternal as thy torture that will support me."

BEACONSFIELD.

WANTED A GOVERNESS.

A GOVERNESS wanted-well fitted to fill

The post of tuition with competent skill—

Health good-and reference quite undeniable.
These are the principal matters-Au reste,
Address, Bury Street, Mrs. General Peste.
As the salary's moderate, none need apply
Who more on that point than on comfort rely.

In a gentleman's family highly genteel. Superior attainments are quite indispensable,

With everything, too, that's correct and os- THE CITIZEN AND THE THIEVES.

tensible;

Morals of pure unexceptionability;

Manners well formed, and of strictest gentility.

The pupils are five-ages, six to sixteen-
All as promising girls as ever were seen-
And besides (though 'tis scarcely worth while
to put that in)

There is one little boy-but he only learns
Latin.

The lady must teach all the several branches Whereinto polite education now launches. She's expected to speak the French tongue like a native,

And be to her pupils of all its points dative. Italian she must know à fond, nor needs

banish

Whatever acquaintance she may have with Spanish;

Nor would there be harm in a trifle of German,
In the absence, that is, of the master, Von
Hermann.

The harp and piano-cela va sans dire-
With thorough bass, too, on the plan of
Logier.

In drawing in pencil, and chalks, and the tinting

That's call'd Oriental, she must not be stint in: She must paint upon paper, and satin and velvet;

And if she knows gilding, she's no need to shelve it.

Dancing, of course, with the newest gambades, The Polish mazurka, and best gallopades; Arithmetic, history joined with chronology, Heraldry, botany, writing, conchology, Grammar, and satin stitch, netting, geography, Astronomy, use of the globes, and cosmography.

'Twere also as well she should be Calisthenical, That her charge's young limbs may be pliant to any call.

Their health, play, and studies, and moral condition,

Must be superintended without intermission; At home, she must all habits check that disparage,

And when they go out must attend to their carriage.

Her faith must be orthodox-temper most pliable

From a Pamphlet, published in 1609.

A CITIZEN, for recreation's sake,
To see the country would a journey take
Some dozen miles or very little more;
Taking his leave with friends two months be-
fore,

With drinking healths and shaking by the hand,

As he had travell'd to some new-found land.
Well, taking horse, with very much ado,
London he leaveth for a day or two;
And as he rideth, meets upon the way
Such as (what haste soever) bid men stay.
Sirrah,' says one, 'stand, and your purse
deliver,

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I am a taker, thou must be a giver.'

Unto a wood, hard by, they hale him in,
And rifle him unto his very skin.
Misters,' quoth he, 'pray hear me ere you

go;

For you have robb'd me more than you do know,

My horse, in truth, I borrow'd of my brother;
The bridle and the saddle of another;
The jerkin and the bases, be a tailor's ;
The scarf, I do assure you, is a sailor's;
The falling band is likewise none of mine,
Nor cuffs, as true as this good light doth
shine.

The satin doublet, and raised velvet hose
Are our churchwarden's, all the parish knows,
The boots are John the grocer's at the Swan;
The spurs were lent me by a serving-man.
One of my rings-that with the great red
stone-

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BARDELL vs. PICKWICK.

CONTAINING, ALSO, SAMUEL WELLER, JR'S.
VALENTINE, AND SAMUEL WELLER, SR'S.
MATRIMONIAL EXPERIENCES.

was evident that something of great importance was in contemplation, but what that something was, not even Mrs. Bardell herself had been enabled to discover.

"Mrs. Bardell," said Mr. Pickwick, at last, as that amiable female approached the termination of a prolonged dusting of the apartment

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'Sir," said Mrs. Bardell.

"Your little boy is a very long time gone."

Why it's a good long way_to_the Borough, sir," remonstrated Mrs. Bardell. "Ah," said Mr. Pickwick, “very true, so it is."

Mr. Pickwick relapsed into silence, and Mrs. Bardell resumed her dusting. "Mrs. Bardell," said Mr. Pickwick, at the expiration of a few minutes.

"Sir," said Mrs. Bardell again. "Do you think it a much greater expense to keep two people, than to keep one?"

MR. PICKWICK's apartments in Goswell Street, although on a limited scale, were not only of a very neat and comfortable description, but peculiarly adapted for the residence of a man of his genius and observation. His sitting-room was the first floor front, his bed-room the second floor front; and thus, whether he were sitting at his desk in his parlor, or standing before the dressing-glass in his dormitory, he had an equal opportunity of contemplating human nature in all the numerous phases it exhibits, in that not more populous than popular thoroughfare. His landlady, Mrs. Bardell-the relict and "La, Mr. Pickwick," said Mrs. Bardell, sole executrix of a deceased custom-house officer-was a comely woman of bustling coloring up to the very border of her cap, manners and agreeable appearance, with as she fancied she observed a species of a natural genius for cooking, improved matrimonial twinkle in the eyes of her by study and long practice, into an lodger; "La, Mr. Pickwick, what a exquisite talent. There were no chil-question!" dren, no servants, no fowls. The only other inmates of the house were a large man and a small boy; the first a lodger, the second a production of Mrs. Bardell's. The large man was always home precisely at ten o'clock at night, at which hour he regularly condensed himself into the limits of a dwarfish French bedstead in the back parlor; and the infantine sports "That's very true," said Mr. Pickwick, and gymnastic exercises of Master Bardell were exclusively confined to the neigh-"but the person I have in my eye (here boring pavements and gutters. Clean- he looked very hard at Mrs. Bardell) I liness and quiet reigned throughout the think possesses these qualities; and has, house; and in it Mr. Pickwick's will was moreover, a considerable knowledge of law. the world, and a great deal of sharpness, Mrs. Bardell; which may be of material use to me."

To any one acquainted with these points of the domestic economy of the establishment, and conversant with the admirable regulation of Mr. Pickwick's mind, his appearance and behavior on the morning previous to that which had been fixed upon for the journey to Eatanswill, would have been most mysterious and unaccountable. He paced the room to and fro with hurried steps, popped his head out of the window at intervals of about three minutes each, constantly referred to his watch, and exhibited many other manifestations of impatience very unusual with him. It

"Well, but do you?" inquired Mr. Pickwick.

"That depends-" said Mrs. Bardell, approaching the duster very near to Mr. Pickwick's elbow, which was planted on the table-" that depends a good deal upon the person, you know, Mr. Pickwick; and whether it's a saving and careful person, sir."

"La, Mr. Pickwick," said Mrs. Bardell; the crimson rising to her cap-border again.

"I do," said Mr. Pickwick, growing energetic, as was his wont in speaking of "I do, a subject which interested him. indeed; and to tell you the truth, Mrs. Bardell, I have made up my mind."

"Dear me, sir," exclaimed Mrs. Bardell.

"You'll think it very strange now," said the amiable Mr. Pickwick, with a

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