to my mind as soon as I aed from to t!

        ten to    oure, mi to t. Everyone smiles upont, in spite of myself, I time    year!--at least I korm or t no rains, and Ifeel my mind as gloomy as today; but tic out of temper, and Idetermio light my fire.

        Unfortuc!

        I t, and sink into my old armchair.

        In truto see treets, and    is tom of Nes?

        o prove to itself its superiority over t of temper in favor of my vanity, andI bring togethe evidence which my knowledge    produce.

        (to ten mont s name fromJanus, to ed. As it opes beginning om ofvisits between neigs.

        ts given by ted s, dates, ;tness of ts course," and a small pieoneycalled stips, which foreboded riches.)

        urn to my ill-tlespeec addressed to myself ored me my self-satisfa, but made me more dissatisfied ; but tress ten my ms milk, andt of preserves is empty! Anyone else    supreme indiffere,ies of the world and of fresh rolls.

        knoication. I once read tory of anEnglis ea sugar. t trifling crosstakes ty. Our tempers are like an lass,    acc th.

        Usually, t t opens out before my ain-range of roofs, erlag, and piledon one anotall c    yesterday t t to me, and I ed for t snoorm to see glaciers among to-day, I only see tiles andstone flues. ted my rural illusions, seem nomore taken t clouds, instead of making me dream of ting of Vesuvius, reminds me of kits and diser;and lastly, telegrap I see far off on tomartre,    of a vile galloretcs arms over ty.

        My eyes, t by all t, fall upon t mans tic.

        ts ioo ts,received or expected. I see ter of to be generous; and tors increase, follo gates are opened, and a neeps. tdoubt, t preseo tress of to look at ts into it tle girl, all streaming s, and loaded o distribute as , ts off.

        ts to-day. Ialone o give or to receive. Poor Solitary! I do not evenknow one c offer a prayer.

        t my    in titude !

        to you first, s in cities, for ude in t of to toil in melanc your daily bread in silenddesertion, and ing pangs of loveand friendship!

        to you, fond dreamers, oar, sof reality!

        to you,    fat to maintain yourfamilies! to you, poor o you,young men, resolutely set to open for yourselves a pato lead t to you, all bravesoldiers of work and of self-sacrifice!

        to you, lastly, itle and your name, ium, o the human race!

        errupted by loud and increasing c me: my udy I    scattered on t t a flas broke upon my saddened . I deceived myselfjust noo me, t of town will s!

        t my door; a pirl es in, and greets meby    first I do not recollect    s me, andsmiles. A is Paulette! But it is almost a year sie is no lo a young woman.

        Paulette is t sraig every o court your sympat timid, yet expressingfondness. Paulette is not pretty--s plain; as for me,I t is not on , but on my own.

        Paulette appears to me as one of my    recolles.

        It ed oons of fire, a t s forts of flame intot of tablealarms itude he dense crowd:

        t, tened ples ts vulsive struggles. Iescaped from tening aered t er unions, I brougte out of it at theperil of my life.

        t    seen t atlong intervals, and I    fotten    Paulettes memory    of a grateful , and s tooffer me    me, besides, a: it    belonged    sai.

        t; but Paulette,    into a case of varer taste, but I did not feelttention and good-he less.

        ted present, ttle girls modest bluss sammered out, dispelled, as by a sunbeam, t s of evening to test colors of date sit doioned    .

        At first ttle girl replied in monosyllables; but very soon tables urned, and it ed    interjesial talk. t an orper, and lives ;brougo poverty," as s.

        te nole sisterPerrine begins to use tice toa printer. All     for losses and    of     for clot, for appetites    sunshing.

        Paulette plains t oo quickly, and t s too muc is se t a fagotmakes no more s tc is so    t, and i    off using it.    be tent en spoken of a stove t    t , and times are too o cold for ey!

        As Paulette spoke, I felt more and more t I fulnessand los. t disclosures of ttle bandbox-makercreated    soon became a plan. I questioned ions, and s on leaving me sgo, er, and grandmoto tpeople for tled. I told t I o see    hanks.

        I placed t . I sang as I movedabout my room, and, ily put on my    and coat, I    out.

        ttled or;ove, and anss being as good as new.

        At five oclock o set out, and put it up in Paulettesgrandmothers room.

        Midnig t till out. My Piedmontese[In Paris a c;Piedmontese" or "Savoyard,"

        as t try.]fixed tove, aken from my er stock. I so bed earlier.

        My    beat at every step t rembledlest terrupt me in my preparations, and sended surprise. But no!--see everyted stovemurmurs gently, ttle lamp burns upon table, and a bottle of oilfor it is provided on tor is gone. No to impatie ting. At last I    top in astonis.

        At t of tove, and tor,    of tfrigte is t to pre, and ting tairs, finision. tears, ecstasies, thanks!

        But t yet etle sister opens tnuts just roasted; ts tles of cider arranged on t t I ongue, a pot of butter, and some freshrolls.

        Nourns into admiration; ttle family ! t do; it is aplete ba for all, and eacributes o it. I    only t.

        bursts of laug not a ions    of ttle ones! I ruck at t tco live only for t, t offers itself. But ted ric to satisfy: time and everyto suitbefore t to be happy.

        t. told me toryof imes smiling, sometimes drying old us ers of to last o separate, not    fres ofthe happy family.

        I ing , and pureenjoyment, on ts of my evening. It    and mucru. Noome; I kno no one is so uno o give andnoto receive.

        As I came in, I met my ricoo, returned from y; and, as sep ience, I ;At last!"

        I, tes family, said "So soon!"
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