remarks, would show more judgment by avoiding
each other's society?"

"Oh, how my heart thrilled at this pettish
speech! ln Hans Grüter's Courtship, he says,
"I knew she loved me, for we never met without
a quarrel." "I have thought of that too,
Miss Herbert," said I, " but there are outward
observances to be kept up, conventionalities to
be respected."

"None of which, however, require that you
should come out and sit here while I am at my
work," said she, with suppressed passion.

"I came out here to search for the
newspaper," said I, taking it up, and stretching
myself on the grassy sward to read at leisure.

She arose at once, and gathering all the
articles of her work into a basket, walked away.

"Don't let me hunt you away, Miss Herbert,"
said I, indolently; " anywhere else will
suit me just as well. Pray don't go." But
without vouchsafing to utter a word, or even
turn her head, she continued her way towards
the house.

"The morning she slapped my face," says
Hans, "filled the measure of my bliss, for I
then saw she could not control her feelings for
me." This passage recurred to me as I lay
there, and I hugged myself in the thought that
such a moment of delight might yet be mine.
The profound German explains this sentiment
well. " With women," says he, " love is like
the idol worship of an Indian tribe; at the
moment their hearts are bursting with devotion,
they like to cut and wound and maltreat their
god. With them this is the ecstasy of their
passion."

I now saw that the girl was in love with me,
and that she did not know it herself. I take it
that the sensations of a man who suddenly
discovers that the pretty girl he has been admiring
is captivated by his attentions, are very like
what a head clerk may feel at being sent for by
the house and informed that he is now one of
the firm! This may seem a commercial formula
to employ, but it will serve to show my meaning,
and as I lay there on that velvet turf, what
a delicious vision spread itself around me. At
one moment we were rich, travelling in splendour
through Europe, amassing art-treasures
wherever we went, and despoiling all the great
galleries of their richest gems. I was the
associate of all that was distinguished in literature
and science, and my wife the chosen friend
of queens and princesses. How unaffected we
were, how unspoiled by fortune! Approachable
by all, our graceful benevolence seemed to
elevate its object and make of the recipient the
benefactor. What a world of bliss this vile dross
men call gold can scatter! " There—there, good
people," said I, blandly, waving my hand," no
illuminations, no bonfires—your happy faces are
the brightest of all welcomes." Then we were
suddenly poor—out of caprice just to see how
we should like it—and living in a little cottage
under Snowdon, and I was writing, Heaven
knows what, for the periodicals, and my wife
rocking a little urchin in a cradle, whom we
constantly awoke by kissing, each pretending that it
was all the other's fault, till we ratified a peace in
the same fashion. Then I remembered the night,
never to be forgotten, when I received my
appointment as something in the antipodes, and
we went up to town to thank the great man
who bestowed it, and he asked us to dinner, and
he was, I fancied, more than polite to my wife
and I sulked about it when we got home, and
she petted and caressed me, and we were better
friends than ever, and I swore I would not
accept the minister's bounty, and we set off back
again to our cottage in Wales, and there we
were when I came to myself once more.

It is always pleasant—at least I have ever
felt it so, on awaking from a dream, or a reverie—
to know that one has borne himself well in some
imaginary crisis of difficulty and peril. I like
to think that I was in no hurry to get into the
long-boat. I am glad I gave poor Dick that
last fifty-pound note—my last in the world—
and I rejoice to remember that I did not run
away from that grizzly bear, but sent the four-
pound ball right into the very middle of his
forehead. You feel in all these that the metal
of your nature has been tested, and come out
pure gold: at all events, I did, and was very
happy thereat. It was not till after some little
time that I could get myself clear out of
dreamland, and back to the actual world of small
debts and difficulties, and then I bethought me
of the newspaper which lay unread beside me.

I began it now, resolved to examine it from
end to end, till I discovered the passage that
alluded to me. It was so far pleasant reading, that
it was novel and original. A very able leader set
forth that nothing could equal the blessings of the
Pope's rule at Rome—no people were so happy
—so prosperous—or so contented—that all the
granaries were full, and all the gaols empty,
and the only persons of small incomes in the
state were the cardinals, and that they were too
heavenly-minded to care for it. After this there
came some touching anecdotes of that good man
the late King of Naples. And then there was a
letter from Frohsdorf, with fifteen francs
enclosed to the inhabitants of a village submerged
by an inundation. There were pleasant little
paragraphs, too, about England, and all the
money she was spending to propagate infidelity
and spread the slave-trade—the two great and
especial objects of her policy—after which
came insults to France and injustice to Ireland.
The general tone of the print was war with every
one but some twenty or thirty old ladies and
gentlemen living in exile somewhere in Bohemia.
Now none of these things touched me, and I was
growing very weary of my search when I lighted
upon the following:

"We are informed, on authority that we cannot
question, that the young C. de P. is now
making the tour of Germany alone and in
disguise, his object being to ascertain for himself
how the various relatives of his house, on the
maternal side, would feel affected by any movement
in France to renew his pretensions.
Strange, undignified, and ill advised as such a