Straining at the passers-by,

While all the air is made to ring

With Vive le roi !"-Long live the king!

"Friend," said he to his unknown guide,

While with wonder and fright the monarch he eye, "Sure, you must be the king, or I!

For nobody else, in all this crowd,

Has a hat on his head, whether humble or proud." The good king smiled. "You're right," said he; "I'm the person you wished to see!"

TRUST NOT TOO MUCH TO APPEARANCES.-ANON.

MAIS! I am Monsieur Jean Francois Maree Louis Grenoble. In Angletere here, I vas vat you call de emigrant; because in the revolution, ma foi! ven my countree, dat I love so much, vant to cut off my head, I take to my feet, and ran avay very fast; so dat de guillotine can no cut short my valk over de sea-not at all. Here I make de montre, vat you call de vatch. I am de horloger, de clock maker, and get de living by de tick. Mais dans Paris! In my own countree I vas very large man indeed, vas nobleman, vas son altesse de Prince Grenoble, and stood very high indeed (though I am but a little man now) in de grand armee royal.

De oder day, I vas valk in vat you call your High Park, vere dere are no bucks vid de horns, but de bucks dat come from de Londres de city, and leave dere vives to valk here. Vell, I vas valk derc, and see sit on de bench un pauvre homme.

I go to him, and I say to him-for I see, in de twinkle of de eye, he vas von Frenchman-vas my countreman-" Mon ami, my friend, my countreman, for vat you sit on dis bench here? Vy you no go to de cook-shop, de restaurateur, vere dey eat de beef, and de mouton, and de sallad, and de pomme de terre ?"

He say to me, "I am brave François; I am jontilehomme; I am one of de first men in all France; but I am sans sous,

point d'argent-I have not one single farthing dans tout le monde."

Den he show me his pockets filled vid very large holes, but noting else; but he appear very jonteel man for all dat; and all at once, immediately, directly, instamment, in de balf second, I recollect to had seen him in Paris, dress in all de silver and de gold lace. I look at him again. Ma foi! he have no lace but de rags, and no silver but de grey hair dat grow out of de great hole in de crown of his hat, like you see de pigeon's claw out of de top of de pie; but he vas a very jonteel man for all dat!

He make de graceful bow to me; mon Dieu; his knee come out of de pantaloon, and I see his great toe look at me out of de end of his pump-but he vas a very jonteel man for all dat!

I say to him, my countryman, mon ami, no l'argent, no credit, no dinner, vat for you leave your logement den? vy you no take refreshment, de sleep in your bed!

He say to me, "Ah mon ami! I have no logement in bed; I lodge in de open air, vere I pay no rent, and I sleep here; de bench is my mattrass, and de tree dat hang over my head de curtain; but I am a very jonteel man for all dat!"

No logement, no bed! pauvre homme, my heart is all melt wid de great big pity for you, my friend, my countreman, I shall take you home to my maison, and give you de dinner and de sleep for de night; for though you have no money I see you are a very jonteel man for all dat. My landlady she is particular, she no like de stranger sleep in her domicile, so ve vill. vate and get de bon appetite till it is dark-den you sall pull off you shoe, and ve vill steal up de stair, and nobody sall know ve are dere.

Vell, ve valk under de tree, and talk, till at last it grow to de dark night-den ve steal home to my logement, and I open de door vid de leetle key vat I had in my pocket; den I rub my shoe on de mat, and I leave de dirt- mon ami, my countreman, he rub his shoe on de mat, and he leave de sole dere but he vas very jonteel for all dat!

Ve have de littel joke on his lose de sole; den I pull off my shoe and dere is my stocking-mon ami, my countreman, he pull off his shoe, and dere is only his foot, he have no stocking at all—but he vas very jonteel man for all dat!

Vell, ve get into my room, mon apartment, mon chambre a bit; dere I strike de light, make de fire, lay de cloth, and get my dinner from de cupboard. I pull out de large piece of bread, de neck of de mouton dat vas boiled yesterday, and de great dish of soup maigre, dat I make hot; and I say, now mon ami, my countreman, ve vill have de dinner; but before I commence I say de grace. Parbleu! my friend he com. mence, and no say de grace at all-but he vas very jonteel man for all dat!

I got up for de cloth to put under my chin, ven I came back to help myself, der is nothing left! mon ami, my countreman, he have swallowed it all up-but he vas very jonteel man for all dat!

Vell, ve have de littel joke, and I laugh a littel on de wrong side of my mouth, about my friend eat all de meat and leave me de bone, and I go to do vid de crust of de bread, but dere is no bread at all; mon ami. my countreman he eat all de bread while I eat de soup-but he vas very jonteel man for all dat!

At last it come time to go to bed-and I say mon ami, my countreman, ve vill aller coucher, put our heads in de nightcap: vell, I pull off my coat, dere is my vaistcoat-mon ami, my countreman pull off his coat, and dere is no vaistcoat at all-but he was very jonteel man for all dat!

Vell, ven I got up next morning, I say, I vill put on my vaistcoat and my coat. Parbleu, dey is no dere; no more is my hat and my stocking, nor my shoe, nor my anything; but dere is de chapeau, vid de hole in de top, de pantaloon out of de knce, de shoe dat have no sole, and de greasy, rusty, ragged habit of mon ami, my countreman.

Vell, I say, he has dress himself in all my tings by mistake; he have no money, no credit, no logement, his hair grow out de top of his hat, his knee valk out of his pantaloon, his toe

look out of his pump, his sole come out of his shoe; he eat my suppare vile I turn my head, and no leave me none-he have no vaistcoat-he get up vhile I sleep and run away vid all my clothes, it is all bad, ina foi—but he is very jontecl man for all dat!

THE DILATORY SCHOLAR.-MRS. GILMAN.

OH! where is my hat? it is taken away,
And my shoestrings are all in a knot!
I can't find a thing where it should be to-day,
Though I've hunted in every spot.

My slate and pencil nowhere can be found,
Though I placed them as safe as could be;
While my books and my maps are all scattered around,
And hop about just like a flea.

Do, Rachael, just look for my Atlas, up stairs;
My Virgil is somewhere there, too;

And, sister, brush down these troublesome hairs,-
And, brother, just fasten my shoe.

And, mother, beg father to write an excuse;

But stop-he will only say "No,"

And go on with a smile and keep reading the news,
While everything bothers me so.

My satchel is heavy and ready to fall;

This old pop-gun is breaking my map;

I'll have nothing to do with the pop-gun or ball,-
There's no playing for such a poor chap!

The town-clock will strike in a minute, I fear;
Then away to the foot I must sink :—
There, look at my History, tumbled down here!
And my Algebra covered with ink!

I wish I'd not lingered at breakfast the last,

Though the toast and the butter were fine:
I think that our Edward must eat very fast,
To be off when I haven't done mine.

Now, Edward and Henry protest they won't wait,
And beat on the door with their sticks;

I suppose they will say I was dressing too late :
To-morrow I'll be up at six.

BOBADIL'S MILITARY TACTICS.-BEN JONSON.

I WILL tell you, sir, by the way of private and under seal, I am a gentleman, and live here obscure and to myself; but were I known to his Majesty and the lords, observe me, I would undertake, upon this poor head and life, for the public benefit of the state, not only to spare the entire lives of his subjects, in general, but to save the one half, nay, three parts of yearly charge in holding war, and against what enemy

soever.

And how would I do it, think you? Why, thus, sir. I would select nineteen more to myself; gentlemen they should. be, of a good spirit, strong and able constitution; I would choose them by an instinct, a character that I have: and I would teach these nineteen the special rules, as your Punto, your Reverso, your Stoccato, your Imbrocato, your Passado, your Montanto; till they could all play very near, or altogether, as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March or thereabouts; and we would challenge twenty of the enemy; they could not in their honor refuse us.

Well, we would kill them; challenge twenty more, kill