What d'ye mane!' sez he. "Mane,' sez I, masther dear? Why, that I'll go wid yon an' the ladies to the very ind of the world, as close as ye can widout fallin' off.

***Nonsense, man,' he sez, laughin'; bud there was a tear in each oy his eyes. 'I'm as poor as you are now, Larry, an' can only scrape enough for our passages and a start.'

***Poor !' sez I ; 'an' who d'ye call poor? I'm as well off as any gintleman among ye. Haven't I got tin-pun-tin, harvest money, widout countin' the fourpenny bits? An' who's to pervent me goin' if I like !'

Nonsense, me man!' he says, 'ye mustn't think

ov it.'

"Bud I do think ov it, yer honour,' I sez. 'Who'll ye get to rape yer corn whin it grows? D'ye think there'll be plinty ov boys from the ould counthry comin' an askin' for a job! Wanst for all, yer honour,' I sez, 'I shall go wid ye, an' if I don't I shall follow ye.'

The Irishman stood up and slapped his hand heartily into that of the American, the two joining in a firm grip.

"And now I must be off, Pat; so good-bye, my lad; but we will meet again.”

"An' if we do, yer honour, will ye be kind enough to remimber that I'm wan ov the Careys of County Cork; an' me name's not Paddy, bud Larry?” "I will, Larry," said the other, and he strodeaway. "There, now!" said Larry, scratching his head as soon as he was alone; “an' I've been an' towld him all about it, when the master said, 'be sayeret." Bud never mind, he's the right sort, an' it won't be any harm. Bud if he isn't- whoo!"

Larry gave his stick a flourish in the air, and delivered a smart blow that would have had serious results if it had come in contact with an enemy's head. Then he walked off and entered

HI! terribly proud was Miss MACBRIDE,
The very personification of pride,

As she minced along in Fashion's tide,
Adown Broadway-on the proper side-
When the golden sun was setting ;

There was pride in the head she carried so high,
Pride in her lip, and pride in her eye,
And a world of pride in the very sigh
That her stately bosom was fretting:

A sigh that a pair of elegant feet,
Sandall'd in satin, should kiss the street-
The very same that the vulgar greet
In common leather, not over "neat ”—
For such is the common booting
(And Christian tears may well be shed,
That even among our gentlemen-bred
The glorions Day of Morocco is dead,
And Day and Martin are reigning instead,
On a much inferior footing).

Oh! terribly proud was Miss MacBride! Proud of her beauty and proud of her pride, And proud of fifty matters beside,

That wouldn't have borne dissection; Proud of her wit, and proud of her walk,

Proud of her teeth, and proud of her talk,
Proud of "knowing cheese from chalk,"
On a very slight inspection.

Proud abroad, and proud at home,
Proud wherever she chanced to come ;
When she was glad, and when she was glum,

Proud as the head of a Saracen

Over the door of a tippling-shop;

Proud as a duchess, prond as a fop,
“Proud as a boy with a braw new to,”
Proud beyond comparison.

It seems a singular thing to say,
But her very senses led her astray
Respecting all humility;

In sooth, her dull auricular drum
Could find in humble only a "hum,"
And heard no sound of "gentle

come,

In talking about gentility. What orly meant she didn't know, For she always avoided "everything low With care the most punctilious ; And, queerer still, the audible soun 1 Of "super silly" she never had foun 1 In the adjective supercilious,

By a violent manual action,

She perfectly scorned the best of his clan,
And reckon'd the ninth of any man
An exceedingly vulgar fraction!

Another, whose sign was a golden boot, Was mortified with a bootless suit,

In a way that was quite appalling; For, though a regular sutor by trade, He wasn't a suitor to suit the maid, Who cut him off with a saw-and bade "The cobbler keep to his calling."

(The muse must let a secret out:

There isn't the faintest shadow of doubt
That folks who oftenest sneer and flout
At "the dirty, low mechanicals,"

Are they whose sires, by pounding their knees,
Or coiling their legs, or trades like these,
Contrived to win their children ease

From Poverty's galling manacles.)

A rich tobacconist comes and sues,

And, thinking the lady would scarce refuse
A man of his wealth and liberal views,
Began, at once, with "If you choose-
And could you really love him;"
But the lady spoil'd his speech in a huff,
With an answer rough and ready enough,
To let him know she was up to snuff,
And altogether above him!

A young attorney, of winning grace,
Was scarce allow'd to "open his face,"
Ere MISS MACBRIDE had closed his case

With true judicial celerity;

For the lawyer was poor, and "seedy" to boot,
And to say the lady discarded his suit,
Is merely a double verity.

The last of those who came to court
Was a lively beau of the dapper sort,
Without any visible means of support-
A crime by no means flagrant
In one who wears an elegant coat,
But the point on which they vote
A ragged fellow "a vagrant."
A courtly fellow was dapper JIM,
Sleek and supple, and tall and trim,
And smooth of tongue as neat of limb;

And, maugre his meagre pocket,
You'd say, from the glittering tales he told,
That JIM had slept in a cradle of gold,
With FORTUNATUS to rock it.

Now dapper JIM his courtship plied (I wish the fact could be denied)

With an eye to the purse of the old MACBRIDE,

And really "nothing shorter !"

For he said to himself, in his greedy lust,
"Whenever he dies-as die he must-
And yields to Heaven his vital trust,
He's very sure to come down with his dust'
In behalf of his only daughter."

And the very magnificent Miss MACBRIDE,
Half in love, and half in pride,

Quite graciously relented;

And tossing her head, and turning her back,
No token of proper pride to lack-
To be a Bride, without the "Mac,"
With much disdain, consented.

Alas! that people who've got their box
Of cash beneath the best of locks,
Secure from all financial shocks,

Should stock their fancy with fancy-stocks,
And madly rush upon Wall Street rocks,
Without the least apology!

Alas! that people whose money affairs
Are sound, beyond all need of repairs,
Should ever tempt the bulls and bears
Of Mammon's fierce zoology!

Old JOHN MACBRIDE, one fatal day
Became the unresisting prey

Of fortune's undertakers;
And, staking all on a single die,
His foundered bark went high and dry
Among the brokers and breakers!

At his trade again, in the very shop
Where, years before, he let it drop,
He follows his ancient calling-
Cheerily, too, in Poverty's spite,
And sleeping quite as sound at night
As when, at Fortune's giddy height,
He used to wake with a dizzy fright
From a dismal dream of falling.

But, alas for the haughty Miss MACBRIDE,
It was such a shock to her precious pride!
She couldn't recover, although she tried

Her jaded spirits to rally;

'Twas a dreadful change in human affairs, From a Place "up-town" to a nook "up-stairs," From an avenue down to an alley!

'Twas little condolence she had, God wot, From her "troop of friends" who hadn't forgot The airs she used to borrow;

They had civil phrases enough, but yet 'Twas plain to see that their "deepest regret" Was a different thing from sorrow!

They owned it couldn't have well been worse,
To go from a full to an empty purse :
To expect a "reversion," and get a reverse,
Was truly a dismal feature;

But it wasn't strange-they whisper'd-at all!
That the summer of pride should have its fall
Was quite according to nature!

And one of those chaps who made a pun,
As if it were quite legitimate fun
To be blazing away at every one
With a regular double-loaded gun,
Remark'd that moral transgression
Always brings retributive stings
To candlemakers as well as kings:
For "making light of cereous things"
Was a very wick-ed profession!

And vulgar people-the saucy churls!-
Inquired about "the price of pearls,"

And mocked at her situation;

"She wasn't ruined, they ventured to hope-
Because she was poor, she needn't mope;
Few people were better off for soap,
And that was a consolation!"

And, to make her cup of woe run over, Her elegant, ardent, plighted lover

WHEN we got back to the hotel I wound and set the pedometer and put it in my pocket, for I was to carry it next day and keep record of the miles we made. The work which we had given the instrument to do during the day which had just closed, had not fatigued it perceptibly.

We were in bed by ten, for we wanted to be up and away on our tramp homeward with the dawn.

I

I hung fire, but Harris went to sleep at once. hate a man who goes to sleep at once; there is a sort of indefinable something about it which is not exactly an insult, and yet is an insolence; and one which is hard to bear, too. I lay there fretting over this injury, and trying to go to sleep; but the harder I tried the wider awake I grew. I got to feeling very lonely in the dark, with no company but an undigested dinner. My mind got a start by-and-by, and began to consider the beginning

of every subject which has ever been thought of; but it never went further than the beginning; it was touch and go; it fled from topic to topic with a frantic speed. At the end of an hour my head was in a perfect whirl, and I was dead tired, fagged out.

The fatigue was so great that it presently began to make some head against the nervous excitement; while imagining myself wide awake, I would really doze into momentary unconsciousnesses, and come suddenly out of them with a physical jerk which nearly wrenched my joints apart-the delusion of the instant being that I was tumbling backwards over a precipice. After I had fallen over eight or nine precipices and thus found out that one half of my brain had been asleep eight or nine times without the wide-awake, hard-working other half suspecting it, the periodical unconsciousnesses began to extend their spell gradually over more of my brain-territory, and at last I sank into a drowse which grew deeper and deeper, and was doubtless just on the very point of becoming a solid, blessed, dreamless stupor, when-what was that?

My dulled faculties dragged themselves partly back to life, and took a receptive attitude. Now out of an immense, a limitless distance, came a something which grew and grew, and approached, and presently was recognisable as a sound-it had rather seemed to be a feeling, before. This sound was a mile away, now-perhaps it was the murmur of a storm; and now it was nearer--not a quarter of a mile away; was it the muffled rasping and grinding of distant machinery? No, it came still nearer; was it the measured tramp of a marching troop? But it came nearer still, and still nearer -and at last it was right in the room: it was merely a mouse gnawing the woodwork. So I had held my breath all that time for such a trifle.

Well, what was done could not be helped; I would go to sleep at once and make up the lost time. That was a thoughtless thought. Without intending it hardly knowing it-I fell to listening intently to that sound, and even unconsciously counting the strokes of the mouse's nutmeg-grater. Presently I was deriving exquisite suffering from this employment, yet maybe I could have endured it if the mouse had attended steadily to his work; but he did not do that; he stopped every now and then, and I suffered more while waiting and listening for him to begin again than I did while he was gnawing. Along at first I was mentally offering a reward of five, six,-seven,―ten dollars for that mouse; but towards the last I was offering rewards which were entirely beyond my means. I close reefed my ears,-that is to say, I bent the flaps of them down, and furled them into five or six folds, and pressed them against the hearing-orifice,—but

it did no good: the faculty was so sharpened by nervous excitement that it was become a microphone, and could hear through the overlays without trouble.

My anger grew to a frenzy. I finally did what all persons before me have done, clear back to Adam-resolved to throw something. I reached down and got my walking-shoes, then sat up in bed and listened, in order to exactly locate the noise. But I couldn't do it; it was as unlocatable as a cricket's noise; and where one thinks that that is, is always the very place where it isn't. So I presently hurled a shoe at random, and with a vicious vigour. It struck the wall over Harris's head and fell down on him; I had not imagined I could throw so far. It woke Harris, and I was glad of it until I found he was not angry; then I was sorry. He soon went to sleep again, which pleased me; but straightway the mouse began again, which roused my temper once more. I did not want to wake Harris a second time, but the gnawing continued until I was compelled to throw the other shoe. This time I broke a mirror-there were two in the room-I got the largest one of course. Harris woke again, but did not complain, and I was sorrier than ever. I resolved that I would suffer all possible torture before I would disturb him a third time.

The mouse eventually retired, and by-and-by I was sinking to sleep, when a clock began to strike ; I counted till it was done, and was about to drowse again when another clock began; I counted; then the two great Rathhaus clock angels began to send forth soft, rich, melodious blasts from their long trumpets. I had never heard anything that was so lovely, or weird, or mysterious-but when they got to blowing the quarter-hours, they seemed to me to be overdoing the thing. Every time I dropped off for a moment, a new noise woke me. Each time I woke, I missed my coverlet, and had to reach down to the floor and get it again.

At last all sleepiness forsook me. I recognised the fact that I was hopelessly and permanently wide awake. Wide awake, and feverish and thirsty. When I had lain tossing there as long as I could endure it, it occurred to me that it would be a good idea to dress and go out in the great square and take a refreshing wash in the fountain, and smoke and reflect there until the remnant of the night was gone.

I believed I could dress in the dark without waking Harris. I had banished my shoes after the mouse, but my slippers would do for a summer night. So I rose softly, and gradually got on everything-down to one sock. I couldn't seem to get on the track of that sock, any way I could fix it. But I had to have it; so I went down on my hands and knees with one slipper on and the other