drive on very passable and agreable times till we approached ourselves near London; but then come one another coach of the opposition to pass by, and the coachman say, No, my boy, it shan't do!" and then he whip his horses, and make some traverse upon the road, and tell to me, all the times, a long explication what the other coachman have done otherwhiles, and finish not till we stop, and the coach of opposition come behind him in one narrow place. Well-then he twist himself round, and, with full voice, cry himself out at the another man, who was so angry as himself, "I'll tell you what, my hearty! If you comes some more of your gammon at me, I shan't stand, and you shall yourself find in the wrong box." It was not for many weeks after as I find out the wrong box meaning.

Well-we get at London, at the coaches office, and I unlightened from my seat, and go at the bureau for pay my passage, and gentleman very polite demanded if I had some friend at London. I converse with him very little time in voyaging, because he was in the interior; but I perceive he is real gentleman. So, I say, "No, sir, I am stranger." Then he very honestly recommend me at an hotel, very proper, and tell me, "Sir, because I have some affairs in the Banque, I must sleep in the City this night; but to-morrow I shall come at the hotel, where you shall find some good attentions if you make the use of my name." "Very well," I tell myself, "this is best." So we exchange the cards, and I have hackney coach to come at my hotel, where they say, "No room, sir, -very sorry,--no room. But I demand to stop the moment, and produce the card what I could not read before, in the movements of the coach with the darkness. The master of the hotel take it from my hand, and become very polite at the instant, and whisper to the ear of some waiters, and these come at me, and say, "Oh yes, sir. I know Mr. Box very well. Worthy gentleman, Mr. Box.-Very proud to incommode any friend of Mr. Box-pray inlight yourself, and walk

in my house.' So I go in, and find myself very proper, and soon come so as if I was in my own particular chamber; and Mr. Box come next day, and I find very soon that he was the right Box, and not the wrong box.— Ha, ha !-You shall excuse my badinage,-eh? But never mind—I am going at Leicestershire to see the foxes hunting, and perhaps will get upon a coach-box in the spring, and go at Edinburgh; but I have fear I cannot come at your "Noctes," because I have not learn yet to eat so great supper. I always read what they speak there twice over, except what Mons. Le "Shepherd" say, what I read three time; but never could comprend exactly what he say, though I discern some time the grand idea, what walk in darkness almost "visible," as your divine Milton say. I am particular fond of the poetry. I read three books of the "Paradise Lost" to Mr. Box, but he not hear me no more-he pronounce me perfect.

After one such compliment, it would be almost the same as ask you for another, if I shall make apology in case I have not find the correct ideotism of your language in this letter; so I shall not make none at all,-only throw myself at your mercy, like a great critic. But never mind,- -we shall see. If you take this letter as it ought, I shall not promise if I would not write you one other some time.

I conclude in presenting at you my compliments very respectful. I am sorry for your gout and crutchedness, and hope you shall miss them in the spring.

I have the honor of subscribe myself,
SIR,

Your very humble and
Much obedient servant,
LOUIS LE CHEMINANT.

P. S.-Ha, ha!-It is very droll!— I tell my valet, we go at Leicestershire for the hunting fox.-Very well.—So soon as I finish this letter, he come and demand what I shall leave behind in orders for some presents, to give what people will come at my lodgments for Christmas Boxes.

have they to give us in the room of these dreams, which carry us up out of the roar beneath the cataract to the quiet hill of childhood, where the stream of life was still flowing onward in silence along its little grass-plot, bearing the face of heaven in its heart, on its way toward the precipice.

I was lying once, on a summer evening, in the sun, upon a hill, and fell asleep. Then I dreamt I awoke in a church-yard. The rolling wheels of the clock in the tower that was striking eleven, had awakened me. I searched through the dark empty sky for the sun; for I imagined that an eclipse had drawn the veil of the moon over it. All the graves were open, and the iron doors of the charnel-house were swung to and fro by invisible hands along the walls shadows were flitting, which no one cast; and other shadows were walking upright through the naked air. In the open coffins nothing continued to sleep, save the children. In the sky there was nought but a grey sultry cloud hanging in massy folds, and a huge shadow kept on drawing it in like a net, nearer and closer and hotter. Above me, I heard the distant falls of avalanches; below me, the first tread of an illimitable earthquake. The church heaved up and down, shaken by two ceaseless discords, which were warring against each other within, and vainly striving to blend into a concord. At times a grey gleam leapt up on the windows, and at its touch the lead and iron melted and ran down. The net of cloud, and the reeling of the earth, drove me toward the porch, before which two fiery basilisks were hatching their venomous broods. I passed along amid unknown shadows that bore the marks of every century since the beginning of things. All the shadows were standing around the altar; and in each there was a quivering and throbbing of the breast instead of the heart. One dead man alone, who had been newly buried in the church, was still lying on his couch, without any qui

vering of his breast; and his face was smiling beneath the light of a happy dream. But, when one of the living entered, he awoke and smiled no more toilsomely he drew up his heavy eyelid, but no eye was within ; and his beating breast, instead of a heart, contained a wound. He lifted up his hands, and clasped them for prayer; but the arms lengthened and lowered themselves from his body, and the clasped hands dropped off. Overhead, in the vault of the church, stood the dial-plate of Eternity, on which no number was to be read, nor any characters except its own name; only there was a black hand pointing thereat, on which the dead said they saw Time.

At this moment, a tall majestic form with a countenance of imperishable anguish sank down from on high upon the altar; and all the dead cried: "Christ is there no God?”

He answered :-" There is none !"

The shadow of every dead man trembled all over, not his breast merely; and, one after another, their trembling dispersed them.

Christ spake on:-"I have gone through the midst of the worlds, I mounted into the suns, and flew with the milky way across the wilderness of heaven; but there is no God. I plunged down, as far as Being flings its shadow, and pried into the abyss, and cried- Father, where art thou?' but I heard only the everlasting tempest, which no one sways; and the glittering rainbow of beings was hanging, without a sun that had formed it, over the abyss, and trickling down into it. And, when I looked up towards the limitless world for the eye of God, the world stared at me with an empty bottomless eyesocket; and Eternity was lying upon chaos, and gnawing it to pieces, and chewing the cud of what it had devoured.-Scream on, ye discords! scatter these shades with your screaming; for He is not!"

The shades grew pale and dissolved, as white vapor that the frost has given birth to is melted by a breath of warmth; and the whole church

became empty. Then-Oh, it was terrible to the heart!-the dead children, who had awaked in the churchyard, ran into the church, and threw themselves before the lofty form upon the altar, and said :-"Jesus! have we no father?" And he answered with tears streaming down :-"We are all orphans, I and you; we are without a father."

Here the screeching of the discords became more violent; the walls of the church tottered and burst asunder; and the church and the children sank down; and the whole earth and the sun sank after; and the whole of the immeasurable universe sank before us; and Christ remained standing upon the highest pinnacle of nature, and gazed into the globe of the universe, pierced through by a thousand suns, as it were into a cavern, burrowed into the heart of eternal night, wherein the suns were running like miners' lights and the galaxies like veins of silver.

And when Christ saw the crushing throng of worlds, the torch-dance of the heavenly ignes fatui, and the coral banks of beating hearts, and when he saw how one globe after another poured out its glimmering souls upon the dead sea, as a water-balloon strews its floating lights upon the waves ;— then with a grandeur that betokened the highest of finite beings, he lifted up his eye toward the nothingness and toward the infinite void above him, and said :-" Moveless and voiceless nothing! cold eternal necessity; frantic chance! can ye, or any one of you, tell me when do you dash to picces the building and me? Dost thou know it, O chance! even thou, when thou stridest with thy hurricanes athwart the snow-dust of the stars, and puffest out one sun after another, while the sparkling dew of the constellations is parched up as thou passest along! How desolate is every one in the vast catacomb of the universe! There is none beside me save myself.-O, Father! Father! where is thy world-sustaining breast, that I may rest on it! Alas! if every bc

ing is its own father and creator, why may it not also become its own destroying angel?

"Is that a man still beside me? Poor wretch! your little life is one of nature's sighs, or the mere echo of it; a mirror flings its rays on the clouds of dust from the ashes of the dead on your earth, and, forthwith, ye spring up, ye beclouded, fleeting images. Look down into the abyss, over which clouds of ashes are floating; mists, full of worlds, are rising out of the dead sea ; the future is that rising mist, and that which is falling is the present. Dost thou know thy own earth?”

Here Christ looked down, and his eye filled with tears, and he said : "Alas, I was once upon it; then I was still happy; then I had still an Almighty Father, and still looked with gladness from the mountains to the unfathomable heavens; and, when my breast was pierced through, I pressed it to his soothing image, and said, even in the bitterness of deathFather, draw forth thy son from his bleeding tabernacle, and raise him to thy heart. Ah! ye over-happy inhabitants of the earth, ye still believe in Him. Perchance, at this moment, your sun is setting, and ye are falling on your knees in the midst of blossoms and radiance and dew, and are lifting up your blessed hands, and, while shedding a thousand tears of joy, are crying to the open heavens: ' Me, too,. even me, dost thou know, thou Almighty One, and all my wounds, and after my death thou wilt receive me and close them all.' Miserable creatures, after death they will never be closed. The woe-begone mortal who lays his bleeding back in the earth, to sleep till the coming of a fairer morning, full of truth, full of goodness and joy, will awake amid the storms of chaos, in the eternity of midnight; and no morning comes, and no healing hand, and no Almighty Father. Thou mortal beside me, if thou still livest, pray to him now, else thou hast lost. him forever."

And, as I fell down and beheld the shining world, I saw the uplifted scales

of the giant-snake, Eternity, that had spread itself around the universe; and the scales dropped down, and it wreathed itself twice round the universe; then it twined in a thousand folds around Nature, and squeezed world against world; and, with a crushing force, compressed the temple of infinity into a village church; and everything grew dense, and murky, and dismal, and the clapper of a bell stretched out its measureless length, about to strike the last hour of time, and to split the fabric of the world to atoms-when I awoke.

My soul wept with joy that it was

again able to worship God; and my joy, and my tears, and my faith in him, were my prayer. And, as I stood up, the sun was glowing low down behind the full purple ears of corn, and was quietly throwing the reflection of its evening glory to the little moon that was rising without a dawn in the east ; and between heaven and earth a joyous short-lived world was spreading out its tiny wings, and living, as I was, in the presence of an Almighty Father; and from the whole of nature around me came sounds of peace, like the voices of evening bells from afar.

MORNING DRESS.

HIGH dress of crimson merino ; the body is a little fulled in at the waist and becomes plain towards the upper part of the bust; a circular corded cape just meets in front and is sloped off towards the shoulders, where it is deep, extending to the sleeves, which are extremely full and set in double plaits, and terminated with a deep gauntlet cuff, corded, pointed opposite the back of the hand, and having a perpendicular row of buttons on the inside; the skirt is as usual fulled in all round the waist, and is ornamented with two biais tucks nearly a quarter of a yard in depth, the upper tuck reaching as high as the knee; double vandyked ruche, tied in front with amber gauze riband with azure satin stripes. Parisian gauze cap à la Sultane d'Eldir, with pipings of white satin, the border vandyked, very full, and broad; it is not put on straight at the edge of the head-piece, but rises from the centre, admitting the hair in large curls on the temples; bows of broad amber gauze riband striped with azure satin strings, unconfined and long; canary color gloves, black shoes of gros des Indes.

DINNER DRESS.

Dress of ethereal gros de Naples, the corsage à l'enfant, set in a satin band of the same color; the sleeves are long and full, with a stiffened gauntlet cuff of ethereal satin; the skirt, made extremely wide and slightly plaited in at the front and sides and very full behind, is trimmed with a deep garniture of tulle, having at the lower edge a broad stiffened band of ethereal satin, and headed by a corded biais band of the same, ornamented at regular distances by triplets of the Carniola Saxifragia corded.

The hair is in the picturesque style of Charles the Second, the forehead being displayed and ringlets arranged on each side; the hind hair is tied at the back, and a cluster of ringlets fall gracefully behind.

Necklace of turquoise, set in a delicate wreath of dead and burnished gold; earrings en suite; broad gold bracelets with medallion clasps placed at the upper edge of the cuff, and smaller fancy ones nearer the hand.

White kid gloves, stamped and tied at the wrist; shoes and sandals of ethereal satin.