a noise out of doors!  is ts andcries? A: t day of themaskers are passing.

    Cianity  been able to abolisivals of times, but it  ;days of libertyquot; announces ts, and ting ;fareo fles; It is a forty days fareo t;blessed pullets and fat ; so celebrated by Pantagruels minstrel.

    Man prepares for privation by satiety, and finiso repent.

    ivals? Must  it requires suc formen to be reasonable, t t atintervals? trappe, o speak once in a montalkat once from to tting of the sun.

    Per is tobe decent, orderly, and reasonable, during t is a door opened to t o been croo a corner of our brain.

    For a moment ters, as in turnalia, and all is given up to t;fools of t;

    ts in troops of masks increase--on foot,in carriages, and on  is noract tattention by making a figure for a feyor envy; to-morrourn, dull and exed, to ts and troubles of yesterday.

    Alas! t I ion, eacen but an unsig man o relax  . Can s  is t disposal of try of t disposal of itsleisure! It is easy enougo find it  ion? ork supplies t it is cgives it a relis of pleasure! find usamusements  brutality, enjoyments  selfis a Carnival t will please everybody, and bring so no one.

    t s my irred up my fire. Ast one for myself, too. SoI ligtle lamp over resss son broug, and I look inmy bookcase for one of my favorite authors.

    First,  ers are toofond of talking slang:--Voltaire; but ens men by alering t er by making onet us stop at ue imes to befound in ings, it is al despising it, and knos coricks ing it.

    Let us call up all the Duke of Lerma, Aurora, Scipio!

    Ye gay or graceful figures, rise before my eyes, people my solitude;bring  t maskers!

    Unfortunately, at t I made tion, I recollectedI ter to e  off. One of my atticneigerday to ask me to do it. ures and prints.  everyday ing--probably of little value; for I knoer t I am to e for y.  dead, and  any means, and ten to beg for a oine asked me first to translatetter, and to e a refusal. I  o-day: before everyt us fulfil our promises.

    t of quot;Bat; paper is before me, I o to invite fort I  my dictionary. Noionary is like a c leading-strings; trembles under umbles at t step. I run to t my Johesquare.

    ter  knocking,and I see tter  fever and delirium. Pierre looks at  of   able to getup in t since then he has become worse every hour.

    I ask or.

    quot;O; replied Pierre, roug;one must  for t, and ts instead ofsavings.quot;

    quot;But you,quot; said I, ratonis;are you not ;

    quot;Friend!quot; interrupted t;Yes, as muc-o tion t eacake , and eat ;

    quot;You do not intend, o leave  any ;

    quot;Baill to-morroo t;

    quot;You mean to leave ;

    quot;ell! must I miss a party of pleasure at Courtville--[A Parisian summerresort.]--because t; asked Pierre, sharply.

    quot;I o meet some friends at old Desnoyers. take te ;

    So saying, ied a bundle, out of ume ofa erman, and proceeded to dress .

    In vain I tried to aunate man aken up s of ed pleasure, Pierre  ead of remonstrating ion must bring upon the sick man.

    At t going, stopped amped . quot;Am I to spend my Carnival in ing er forfootbat;

    quot;You must not leave your comrade to die  ; I replied.

    quot;Let o tal, t;

    quot;;

    Pierre seemed to make up his mind.

    quot;ell, Im going to take ; resumed ;besides, I s rid of up, comrade!quot; taken off  oo o  t listen:  up, and ed o ter, who ran for a hackney carriage.

    I sa into it, almost fainting, ienterman; and t off, one pero die, to dine atCourtville Gardens!

    Six oclock.--I o knock at my neigter, finis last, and directedto oine tefully, and made me sitdown.

    It  time I o ttic of teur.

    Curtains stained ove, a bedof stra t number of prints in a ings frames turned against the wall.

    At t I came in, ts of bread, leashamed.

    quot;to tempt you in my supper, neig; said h asmile.

    I replied t at least I t it a very pheCarnival.

    M. Antoine s on again h his supper.

    quot;Every one keeps ; resumed o dip a crust into ;ts ofepicures, and not all feasts are meant to regale te; t;

    I looked involuntarily round me, as if to seek for two him for such a supper.

    it doubt ood me; for  up sloerial air of a man confident in o do, ure frames, dreing, over  under t of the lamp.

    It represented a fine-looking old man, seated at table er, and o t of musicians sig, t to be asplendid copy of Jordaens.

    quot;A copy!quot; cried M. Antoine; quot;say an original, neigouc t trokes of ters. It is not only a masterpiece, sir;it is a treasure--a relic! ture at t;

    And resting it against tove, so as to place it in t ligo soaking s,  taking ure. One  of it gave ts an unexpected relisied tle sips. ures became smootrils expanded; it  for t;

    quot;You see t I also reat,quot; riump;Oter dinners and balls; as for me, t;

    quot;But if ting is really so precious,quot; replied I, quot;it ougo be;

    quot;E; said M. Antoine, ;In goodtimes, a good judge mig at somey t;

    I started back.

    quot;And you  it?quot; cried I.

    quot;For not; replied ;took tudents copy;  me  for fiftylouis, ready money! took to o be off t;

    quot;t; repeated I, involuntarily casting my eyes on ttercontaining t M. Antoine e to ill on ttle table.

    ook no notice of my exclamation, and  on contemplating tasy.

    quot; a kno indelig; relief! ;

    As I ening to ook my astonis foradmiration, and clapped me on the shoulder.

    quot;You are dazzled,quot; said ;you did not expect sucreasure!

    do you say to t;

    quot;Pardon me,quot; replied I, gravely; quot;but I t ter.quot;

    M. Antoine raised his head.

    quot;; cried ;do you take me for a man likely to be deceived aboutt or value of a painting?quot;

    quot;I neit your taste nor your skill; but I cannot , for ture of a family party, you mig;

    quot; t;

    quot;tself, sir.quot;

    teur cast a look at me, not of anger, but of contempt.

    In ly just proved myself a barbarian, incapable ofunderstanding ts, and un up ansook up t in itss.

    It  of dismissal; I took leave of  away.

    Seven oclock.--er boiling over mylamp, and I busy myself in grinding my Mocting out my coffee-things.

    tting coffee ready is t delicate and most attractive ofdomestic operations to one he grand work of abachelors housekeeping.

    Coffee is, so to say, just t betualnouris. It acts agreeably, and at time, upon ts. Its very fragrance gives a sort of deligivityto ts; it is a genius t lends o our fancy, and transportsit to ts.

    on t, ly excited byt often seems as if eac steam took adistinct form. As in t, in eac rises, Isee some image of wy.

    At first ts color deepens. I see a cottage ona  in by a he bees humming.

    till more. See ted rees, in er! Fart of t, roofed urf and branc of all tures, I seem to see a figure ofmyself gliding about. It is my g walking in my dream!

    ter, ready to boil over, compels me to break off mymeditations, in order to fill up t. I t Iake my tin can off to themilkwomans.

    Motryrary to tom of t goneback to it again. Sanding title t her.

    A brave creature! Left by tle of life, s by o God.

    At ts of laugting on ty dress of Savoyard boys, and in t is besmeared up to t is th.

    Mots t to me.

    quot;Look at ttle lambs, ; said stingtle glutton.

    quot;,quot; puts in one of thers by way of excuse.

    quot;Poor little t; said t; alone in treetsof Paris, w;

    quot;And t is ; I replied, gently.

    quot; I do is little enoug; said Mot my milk;quot;but every day I get some of toget of treet, t foronce to eat. Dear c in  to mention t tive mountainsto me: ;

    ears.

    quot;So you are repaid by your recollections for t;

    resumed I.

    quot;Yes! yes!quot; said s;and by too! ter ofttle ones, sir, is like a birds song; it makes you gay, andgives you  to live.quot;

    As s some fress to them.

    quot;Come, my little dears,quot; s;put to your pockets againstto-morro;

    turning to me:

    quot;to-day I am ruining myself,quot; added s;but  all ;

    I came a saying a oo muced.

    At last I  true pleasure is. After beism of sensuality and of intellect, I oine, and Mott for t t  for t  for t.