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

        ity    been able to abolisivals of times, but it    ;days of liberty" annous, 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 suen to be reaso t atintervals? trappe, o speak on a montalkat once from to tting of the sun.

        Per is tobe det, orderly, and reasonable, during t is a door opeo t o been croo a er 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, ea but an unsig man o relax    .    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 ival 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 s, 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 o 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 raceful 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 attieigerday to ask me to do it. ures and prints.    everyday ing--probably of little value; for I k I am to e for y.    dead, and    any means, ao 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 "Bat; paper is before me, I o to invite fort I    my diary. Noionary is like a c leading-strings; trembles under umbles at t step. I run to t my Johesquare.

        ter    knog,and I see tter    fever and delirium. Pierre looks at    of     able to getup in t sihen he has bee worse every hour.

        I ask or.

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

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

        "Friend!" interrupted t;Yes, as muc-o tion t eacake , a ;

        "You do not intend, o leave    any ;

        "Baill to-morroo t;

        "You mean to leave ;

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

        "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 . "Am I to spend my ival in ing er forfootbat;

        "You must not leave your rade to die    ; I replied.

        "Let o tal, t;

        ";

        Pierre seemed to make up his mind.

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

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

        Six oclock.--I o knock at my er, finis last, and directedto oiefully, 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.

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

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

        M. Antoine s on again h his supper.

        "Every one keeps ; resumed o dip a crust into ;ts ofepicures, and not all feasts are meant tale 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 fident in o do, ure frames, dreing, over    u of the lamp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

        I started back.

        "And you    it?" cried I.

        "For not; replied ;took tudents copy;    me    for fiftylouis, ready moook to o be off t;

        "t; repeated I, involuntarily casting my eyes on ttertaining t M. Antoio ill on ttle table.

        ook no notiy exclamation, and    on plating tasy.

        " a kno indelig; relief! ;

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

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

        do you say to t;

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

        M. Antoine raised his head.

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

        "I    your taste nor your skill; but I ot , for ture of a family party, you mig;

        " t;

        "tself, sir."

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

        In ly just proved myself a barbarian, incapable ofuanding 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 Mog 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 adistin. 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, pels me to break off mymeditations, in order to fill up t. I t Iake my tin    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.

        "Look at ttle lambs, ; said stingtle glutton.

        "," puts in one of thers by way of excuse.

        "Poor little t; said t; alone isof Paris, w;

        "And t is ; I replied, gently.

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

        ears.

        "So you are repaid by your recolles for t;

        resumed I.

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

        As s some fress to them.

        "e, my little dears," s;put to your pockets againstto-morro;

        turning to me:

        "to-day I am ruining myself," 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.
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