l advanced to the middle of the cham

ne; a marble wash-stand, cracked, with a china vessel of water, minus the handle. The apartment was very large; this part of the house, which was a very extensive one, e

fast, like a tablet, into the wall. And in this mirror was genially reflected the following delicate articles:-first, two boquets of flowers inserted in pretty vases of porcelain; second, one cake of white soap; third, one cake of rose-colored soap (both cakes very fragrant); fourth, one wax candle; fifth,

on. What's this for? There's no tea, nor tea-cup; but here's a tumbler, and here's drinking water. Let me see. Seems to me, putting this and that and the other thing together, it's a sort of alphabet that spells something. Spoon, tumbler, water, sugar,-brandy-that's it. O-t-a-r-d is brandy. Who put these things here? What does it all mean? Don't put sugar here for show, don't put a spoon here for ornament, nor a jug of water. There is only one meaning to it, and that is a very polite invitation from some invisible person to help myself, if I like, to a glass of brandy and sugar, and if I don't like, let it alone. That's my reading. I have a good mind to ask Doctor Franklin about it, though, for there's just a chance I may be mistaken, and these things here be some other person's private property, not at all meant

rapid knock

e bottle, Israel

he man o

that your room was all right. I merely gave the order, and heard that it had been fulfilled. But it just occurred to me, that as the landladies of Paris have some curiou

reminds me; what i

is po

ock

th," replied the sage, in a business-like manner putting the

t is that

of the senseless luxur

mountains. You won't wan

under the other arm. "C

soap. Use th

cheaper

you? It's bad for the teeth. I'll take the sugar." So the paper of

honest friend," said the wise man, pausing solemnly, with the two bottles, like swimmer's bladders, under

only joki

lady to be used if wanted; if not, to be left untouched. To-morrow morning, upon the chambermaid's coming in to make your bed, all such articles a

let the bottles stay, Doctor, and

re unhandsome in me to permit a third person superfluously to

ciously bland and flowing tones. As he ended, he m

, bottles and all. Not till the first impression of the venerable envoy's suavity had left him, did Israel b

if he sees to all the boarders this way. How the O-t-a-r-d merchants must hate him, and the pastry-cooks too. I wish I had a good pie to pass the time. I wonder if they ever make pumpkin pies in

bons in her cap, liveliness in all her air, grace in the very tips of her elbows. The

eur! p

eely," said Israel.

ssad

a profusion of fine compliments to the stranger, with many tender inquiries as to whether he was comfortably roomed, and whether there might not be something, how

iry from the chamber. Directly she was gone Israel pondered upon a singular glance of the girl. It seemed to him that he had, by his reception, in some way, unaccountably disappointed his beautiful visitor. It

urried retreat, the girl must have stumbled against something. The next moment he hea

man of wisd

did you not have a

very pretty girl

f altogether to one vocation. You must beware of the chambermaids of Paris, my honest friend. Shall I tell the girl, from you, that, u

lin, she is a very

han sugar. I know you are a very sensible young man, not to be taken in by an artf

oomily seated before the rifled mantel, whose mirror was

h an air all the time, too, as if he were making me presents. If he think

, lighting the wax candle, proc

fine things in Paris, and I myself a prisoner in Paris. I wish something extraordinary would turn up now; for instance, a man come in

dom, Israel's eyes fell on the foll

as Poor Richard says. There are no gains, without pains. Then help hands, for I have no lands, as Poor Richard says.' Oh, confound all this wisdom! It's a sort of insulting to talk

cial flowers, and the rose-colored soap, and ag

ehow, the old gentleman has an amazing sly look-a sort of wild slyness-about him, seems to me. His wisdom seems a sort of sly, too. But all in honor, though. I rather think he's one of those old gentlemen who say a vast deal of sense, but hint a world more. Depend upon it, he's sly, sly, sly.

he two had a long, familiar talk together; during which, Israel was delighted with the unpretending talkativeness, serene insi

to his guest a plan of his (the Doctor's) for yoking oxen, with a yoke to go by a spring instead of a bolt; thus greatly facilitating the operation of hitching on the team