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

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

    Unfortunately tc!

    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 can produce.

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

    ts given by ted of dryfigs, dates, ;tness of ts course,quot; and a small piece of moneycalled stips, which foreboded riches.)

    urn to my ill-tlespeec addressed to myself ored me my self-satisfaction, but made me more dissatisfied ; but tress ten my mornings milk, andt of preserves is empty! Anyone else  supreme indifference. t,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 opera-glass,  according to through.

    Usually, t t opens out before my ain-range of roofs, erlacing, 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 kitcions 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 ioned to ts,received or expected. I see ter of to be generous; and tors increase, follo gates are opened, and a neeps. tdoubt, t presented to tress of to look at ts into it tle girl, all streaming s, and loaded o distribute as Nes. t, 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 silence anddesertion, 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 poor girl comes in, and greets meby name. At first I do not recollect  s me, andsmiles. A is Paulette! But it is almost a year since I te is no longer t 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  recollections.

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

    t, tened croramples ts convulsive 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  forgotten  Paulettes memory  of a grateful , and s tooffer me  me, besides, a: it  belonged  sained it.

    t; but Paulette,  into a case of varnised  ter 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  interjectionsial talk. t an orper, and lives ;brougo poverty,quot; as s.

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

    Paulette complains t oo quickly, and t s too muc is so large t a fagotmakes no more s tc is so near t t, and in er it  off using it.  be content en spoken of a stove t  t , and times are too o cold for economy!

    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;Piedmontesequot; or quot;Savoyard,quot;

    as t country.]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 impatience at tcoming. At last I  top in astonis.

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

    But t yet ended. ttle 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 acomplete banquet 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 mucruction. 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!quot;

    I, tes family, said quot;So soon!quot;