November 13th, Nine Oclock P.M.

        

        I opped up ttle carpet s place; my lamp, provided s s asubdued ligove made a loure was sh me.

        All    around me. But, out of doors t tters;sometimes a gust of self beiles, ogetas, and after    in ty corridor.

        t and pleasurable s cap over my eyes, and, letting myself sink deeper intomy easy-c basked in t and ligove, I gave myself up to a sensation ofenjoyment, made more lively by torm    of mist, ails of my peaceful abode; ts to my bookcase,resting upon ttle cz sofa, te curtains of tead, and tfolio of loose papers--ttics; and turning to ttemptedto seize once more terrupted.

        In fact, t of    ied me, o me. I o t tures ofter oo sombre. ion of ted to me; I could not believe in sud of suffering; oo an artistictemptation: y, as Neroburned Rome for turesque.

        taken altogeten repaired, so mucicised, is still a pretty good abode; osatisfy our s, if    bounds to ts but little, and asks but little space.

        tions became more and more fused. At last mybook fell on t my ion to stoop andtake it up again; and insensibly overe by t, and th, I fell asleep.

        I remained for some time lost in t of insensibility belonging toa first sleep; at last some vague and brokeions came over me.

        It seemed to me t t the air became colder.

        I    berries er. I . the se suddenly ged.

        I rees, loaded s; in vain I t mybenumbed feet into tra last topped, and,by one of tage effects so on in sleep, I found myself alone ina barn,    a fireplace, and open to tle face, knoo me in my early    tenany fattle fair er,    ten years old; all my dead family livedagain arouo tings of to ter, rolled up on ss of le blue hands.

        It    read transferred into my oence.

        My    ure, I felt to myself terness:

        "Let us die, since poverty is a dungeon guarded by suspi, apatempt, and from o try to escape; let us die, si of t;

        And I tried to rise to join my moto    at    forthe hour of release.

        t dispelled my dream, and I aart.

        I looked around me; my lamp oveextinguisting in an icy wind.

        I got up, o s and double-lock it; t to bed in e.

        But t me aime, and my ts tierrupted dream.

        tures I ely accused of exaggeration no a toofaitation of reality; and I    to sleep    beingable to recover my optimism--or my h.

        tove and a badly closed door alter my point of view.

        All    well wed properly; all looked gloomy whe cold laid hold on me.

        tory of to pay avisit to t on a ers day. t    to keep out turned ly pitying the poor monks.

        s aking off oeot immediately. So tion of    in    fort, o ask o send.

        "O," said t lady carelessly; "t;

        ts are formed less from reason tion;and as sensation es to tle and little ion of s and feelings from it.

        It is not, t cause t, rangerbeforeions of er in tancesake our image, and y bed of tand attitude of    in it, so to a close observer tent of elligend t. Bernardi.-Pierre ed tory ofa young girl    not reason. e may presume t a man insensible to beauty and toion must be ill prepared to feel ts of a happymarriage.

        14toe, I    from our old cashier.

        is not so good as it oaken to e out some of hose I had finished.

        e versed a long time by tove, wake.

        M. Rateau is a sensible man,    o say.

        s I o ao in te a diary of my as and ts every evening for private use.

        From oo anoto ions about ts uponour ordinary ses. he smiled.

        "Aoo, itions," ly. "I    you may kno is onlynecessary to ad experience; but    tourselves to many rass. For my part. I y oft sometimes I    clusion.

        I recollect especially an adventure ;

        opped. I looked at ed for ory, and old itme at once.

        At time ill but to an attor Orleans. er    o Mis on different affairs, and eoreturn in ter    of a bill at a neigo t    torso set out the day had already closed.

        Fearing not to be able to reacargis in good time, ook acrossroad ted out to uar    t ried to retrace eps, passed tyfootpat last ely astray.

        After tion of losing o uation. , lost in aforest,    any means of finding    road again, and    y ed in ures of robbery and murder,t ed some fatal enter every instant.

        to say trutuation    encing. tsidered safe, and for some time past traceof any crime ted.

        Our young traveller, aring forpat take o some o    last    at a distance, and in a quarter of an hehighroad.

        A single    from ed    alittle distance. orae of tyard, of a urn    appeared at turning of tant ohim.

        t o be ted    ryman t o Pitargis hreeleagues behind him.

        to a drizzling rain,    tance ill to go, and tation, invited oe into the farmhouse.

        It ress. Surrounded by a pretty    could not be seen except t gate,, but, turning to t, reaceclosed in t of whe key.

        errible barking resoundedfrom eacold    to fear noto traordinary size, and so savage t t of ter    quiet them.

        A boy, attracted by t of took tter begaioning    some orders    t toable to seet ted.

        t alone, our clerk looked about him.

        A lantern y aed. Not a tra seen in a try farmyard, and ion of to be resumed again.

        fotten ,t up and padlocked. Not a single vine creeping up tone, wood, and iron!

        ook up tern and    up to t in t.

        Our traveller looked in vain for ttle farm garden, s creep along to be seen.    even perceive t of apoultry-yard eon-ation of     wry.

        t t    must be of a very careless or a verycalculating disposition, to cede so little to domestijoyments andte of     rust of er.

        In time turned from tables, and made erthe house.

        to its outside. teure s clumsy appearance by its great solidity.

        tful, and t a ing in t t, lived wo sons.

        Of table    no one aken trouble to clear a es and distered upon it    any order,and loaded ats and ybottles emitted an odor of brandy, mixed    smell oftobaoke.

        After seating , ted broken by a s remark, ansion; and te as before.

        "From my c; said t;I ots; later in life, refle augo study to drive t myself, to examine everytattention.

        "Bel, some raps o one of till    yet taken off from teeted by an oended, and ts o t over our heads.

        "My eyes ails, and I turs. t opposite to me, only interrupted o pour out o his sons.

        t of t, and to tant, filled tid smell; tc to kill a pig t day.

        "tions and t of toldof sucual coarseness in to explain,ting terpart of, tside. My astonis by degrees co disgust, and mydisgust into uneasiness. I ot detail tion; but, yielding to an impulse Icould not overe, I got up, declaring I would go on my road again.

        "t to keep me; o all by tey t Mis t very nigality, I set off again in a e o him.

        " and tfail to s of my ts. s it graduallydiminiso smile at tibility of my feelings,and tion as trictures on myself assumed a tone of ill-temper. I silently accusedmyself of ty of mistakiion for admonitions of myreason. After all,    to live aloo , to keep dogs, and to kill a pig? ?

        itibility, I sed ter truss of straead of y the cold and drizzling rain.

        I tio reproacil, toMis, jaded and benumbed h cold.

        " up refreso day,I instinctively returo my first opinioself to me uermined me to make my escape from it. Reasonitself remained silent nize in tions of a loure, or else thepresence of some baleful influence.

        "I    a day    being able to learn anyt tion of my adventure remaineddeeply fixed in my memory.

        "ten years afterravelling i of t; I some coppice ground no time brougivation, andtravelling panions o me,    I perceived a ely recollected; it ered. I eagerly poi out to my panion, and asked w.

        "Nobody just now, replied he.

        "But    not kept, some years ago, by a farmer and wo sons?

        "turreaus; said my travelling panion, looking at me; did youknohem?

        "I sahem once.

        "he shook his head.

        "Yes, yes! resumed o till land, kill game, and drink. t men living alone,    o lovet co soften t God to make turn into s, you see; so one m t son, woo muc ruck    ;

        16tory of t came so opportunely upon tions my dream ed to me.

        an important lesson to learn from all this?

        If our sensatioable influence upon our judgments, t tle careful of tions? ternal ed in usas in a mirror, and fills our minds ures .

        All ts alismans is for us to co create a mosphere for our minds.

        Feeling vinced of trut about making a survey of my attic.

        t obje ory oftery in my native province. I    isfa, and placed it on t spicuous part of t t t of old enparc to be of so mue, s real importan my sig one of ts I so makemyself a genealogical tree of it for tion of my visitors?

        ing the map!

        let us banis into my deepest drawer.

        As I passed my glass, I perceived several visiting cards platlydisplayed in t c t t make a s--a retired el--ty of my department. Quick, quick, into ty! a us put ting of ouroffice-boy, tion for c of t my last arms of my poverty aigne says, mater masuperbe, and    ty in s.

        I opped before ts ed on s isoverflo, only produces ts of joy and plenty; I     us give ure of inter, in ure her.

        And t joy in the childrens eyes!

        s repose in t religious feeling intenance! May God preserve to them!

        but let us s side ture of ty cradle.    dare toplate in turn.

        Let me oo, ters ;tiful is not; If it is so, tantly be, teriorates.

        But above all, in order to cy, letme    t of my bed ting picture of t Sleep!

        Never o look at it    feeling my    touched.

        An old ick is at, and s upon a stone; s sleep, s dream!

        Srong and sying topassers-by, and making t star appearsin time, filled s not, for s of o wish for.

        But see ime is e for t, carry to toil is     away.

        t life is a task, but sill sings ass.

        By-and-bye ther!

        S eize to-day, ake care of tain t act, in s,t part of aill strong, but she is anxious;she sings no longer!

        Yet a fe. t siess s on ty of otle ones in ure, she weeps, and shedroops her head.

        At last ture    ting under rys flag, and er is gone. Bot to ime--perrong girl, t a family, and    as for death.

        Deat faitc ition represents, but beautiful, smiling, andcroars! tle pom stoops to ts palelips murmur a feo ernal rest.

        Lie t. Nigears of dely by t     more trace t tten, and t to leave is ticklying fotten at t!

        ell! some one ake it up--some soldier of t great    not aion, t an instance; and uly upon all, in t of ties, entire geions suffer, succeed eacill bequeato eacick!

        t of ture seful for reated    s for refle forme.

        Ac migruct us;if ts of our daily life o be astant sc ofte ake no hem.

        Man is aernal mystery to oside alone. Eaually before ion ed Socrates, and whe walls of Delphi by anunknown hand:

        KNO thYSELF.
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