A few weeks only had passed since the Djins
had made their presence known to the owner,
when, early in August, 1808, Omar Aga (the
master of the house), being at dinner with
several other persons, amongst whom was the
before-mentioned cadi, the stones began to fall
as usual all around, and even on the table itself.
Omar Aga said, " You fling stones at us every
day, why not rather throw us some sequins of
gold?" Immediately a piece of gold money
fell, as if from the ceiling, in the midst of the
assembled guests. Much surprised, they
examined the treasure, and found it to be a sequin,
a Turkish coin of the value of eleven piastres.
It was quite new, but instead of bearing the
name of the then reigning emperor, the Sultan
Selim, that of the Sultan Mustapha, the nephew
of Selim, was engraved upon it; and on the
reverse it bore the date 1223 of the Hegira
(1808), which was that of the current year.

Struck with the singularity of this inscription,
the company resolved to send this piece of
gold to Ali Pasha, the governor of the province,
and who resided at Yanina. The Pasha, also,
was much astonished at the superscription.
Some days afterwards the enigma was solved,
for there arrived from Constantinople a courier,
who brought the intelligence of the revolution
which had taken place in the capital on the
28th of Julv, 1808, during which the Sultan
Selim was deposed, and his nephew, Mustapha,
raised to the throne.

A TAP FROM A FRENCH CLUB.

TO THE CONDUCTOR OF ALL THE YEAR ROUND.

HE was a profound philosopher, sir, who
first remarked that whereas the lives of
individual men are of limited duration, some three-
score years and ten, or thereabouts they have
their slice cut for them, as we say here; they
are not at liberty to cut it themselves
Coporate Bodies, Companies, and Societies in
general, may continue to exist for an indefinite
period. They may go on, and prosper, for
centuries. They renovate themselves from time
to time, by the dropping off of old members and
the incorporation of young ones, so that, at the
end of fifty years, they may be really more
juvenile than when first started. A Society, to
become extinct, must be afflicted with a very
poor constitution indeed, and has probably
itself alone to thank for the mournful visitation.
WE, sir, are an instance of this social vitality;
—not I, the inditer of these sentences, but We,
the band of brothers, the confederate few, of
whom I have the honour to be, no, not an
unworthy, but a humble member.

Who are we, sir? We are not, if you please,
sir, The United Fogies, nor The Odds and Ends,
nor The Refuge for the Destitute. We are a
select party of Gallic gentlemen, in the English,
not the French, sense of the word. We are none
of us " noble," according to Gallic nobility, and
don't want to be. We fret not at not
inheriting the fiftieth or sixtieth fractional part of
a title. None of us have "De" before our
name, though several have D for our initial.
We are a chosen lot, sir, respectable burgesses
who constitute Le Cercle Littéraire of Petitbourg,
Chef-lieu de Canton, Arrondissement
de Belleville, Département de Bains-de-Mer,
France. If you wish to make inquiries at the
above address, they will meet with prompt and
polite attention. Although other inhabitants
of Petitbourg, who are not of us, may perhaps
be as good as we, I still hold, sir, that we are
the flower of the flock; only, on some of us,
there are certain bald places on which wool, or
at least a little hair, might as well have the
goodness to grow.

Our president, sir, Monsieur Dufour, the ex-
notary, is in himself a tower of strength: being
nearly seven feet high, and robust in proportion.
For cordiality, liberal ways and views, tolerant
opinions, and good heartedness in general,
commend me, sir, to an ex-notary, or an ex-
attorney of the right sort. The wrong sort is
good for nothing at all. It is not even necessary
that he be ex, if everything else is as it
should be.

Our body, sir, is happily composed of
contrasted yet harmonising elements. We have
three doctors of medicine: Doctor Legrand,
straight, scientific, encyclopædiac, ambitious. I
should not wonder if he be our mayor one day,
perhaps even our deputy. Doctor Lenoir,
quick, merry, sharp, sanguine, not overburdened
with orthodoxy, a first-rate operator, from tooth-
drawing to leg-amputation, equally willing to
cut a joke or a limb, can make a good speech,
and sing a good song. Doctor Ledoux, emollient,
amiable, unobtrusive, mild, but not a bit
ignorant the more for that. Fancy three rival
medical practitioners consenting to meet in the
same room, to read papers of opposite principles!

We have also, sir, the reigning notary, wliose
"étude," or office, allows him but little leisure.
We have farmers— I mean, gentlemen engaged
in agricultural pursuits— who are glad to come
and take their cup of coffee, when rainy afternoons
impede their labours in the field. We have
likewise purchasers of agricultural produce,
benevolent individuals, who, for a reasonable
profit, transmit the various kinds of grain to
places where there is a good demand, from
places where there is a good supply. It is
useless to deny that they are corn-dealers, who,
as such, have a habit of paying greater attention
to the arithmetical than the literary portion
of our journals. We have the juge de paix,
the justice of peace, an ex-militaire, deservedly
décoré, a courteous magistrate, whose office at
Petitbourg is mainly to reconcile quarrels,
settle disputes, and prevent people making fools
(and beggars) of themselves by going to law.
We have gentlemen who teach the young idea
how to shoot. Finally, we have rentiers,
people with incomes, whose bread is ready
buttered, persons who are not obliged to do
anything for their living except look out of their
windows or ours.I rejoice, sir, that we now
can say " Ours."