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 clarct, I'e resolved upon visit to Long Island to view his purchase. He conse- quently Immediately hired horse and gig, crossed the Brooklyn Ferry, and drove along the margin of the river to the Walla- bout, the location in question.

 Our friend, however, was not a little perp!exed to find his property. Every thlng on the map was as fair and even as possible, while all the grounds about him were as unduratcd as they could we'll be inl- ag'ned, and there was an arm of the East Hiver running quite into fhe land, which seemed to have no business there. This puzzled the Frenchman exceedingly; and, being a stranger in those parts, he called to d farmer in an adjacent field.

 Mon ami, are you acquaint vid dis part ot de country-ehH ...

 Yes, l was born here, and know every inch of il.'

 An, c'est bien, dat will dc,' and the trenchman got out of his gig, tied the no, SC, and produced his Photographic map.

 Den may be you will have de kindness to show me de sixty lot vich have bought, V'd de valuarble water privalege.' llua

 The farmer glanced his eye over the pa- per. -

 Yes, sir, with pleasure; if you will be good enough to get into my boat, I will row you out to them!' Vat you say, sare?'

 My friend,' said the farmer, s,his sec ton of Long Island has recently been bought up by the speculators of Now York, and laid out for great city, but the prin. cipal street is only visible at loao tide.- When this part of the East River is filled up, it will be just there. Your lots, you will perceive, are beyond it; and are now all covered with water ..a

 At first the Frenchman was incredulous. He could not believe his senses. As the facts however gradually broke upon him, he looked at the sky, the river, the farmer, and then he turned away and gazed them all over again. There was his ground, sure enough, but then it could not be per- ceived, for there was a river flowing over iI He drew box from his wastcoat pock. ct, opened it, with an emphatic look upon the lid. took pinch of snuff and restored it to his waistcoat pocket as before. Poo- poo was evidently in trouble, having thoughts that often lie too deep for tears. and as his grief was also too big for words, he united his horse, jumped into the gig, and returned to the auctioneer in all pos- sible haste. .5. - It was near night when he returned to the auction room-his horse in foam and himself in a fury. The auctioneer was ieanlng back Tn q chair. with his legs stuck out of low window, quietly smoking ci- gar after tue labors of the day, and hum- ming the music from the last new opera.

 Monsieur, l have much Pleasir to fin you, Ches UOuz, at home.'

 'Ah, Poopoo, glad to see you. Take a seat old boy.'

 But I shall not take dc seat, sare.'

 No-why what's the ma,,er2' 'Oh, beGucOnmp de matter. have been to see the gran lot vot you sell me to day. Well sir, hope you like your pur- chasc2' ..-. 4

 No, mo'sieur, but ! do not like it at all. 'I'm sorry for it, but there's no ground for your complaint

 No, sare, dare is no ground at all-lhe ground is all vatare.' -.... You joke.' ....l II do not joke. I nevare joke je n'entends pos raillerie. Sare voulez vouz have the kindness to give me back the mo- ney vot I pay7'

 Certainly not

 Den will you be so good as to take the East River off the top of my lot.'

 'That's your business, sir, not mine.'

 Den make von nGuvGise afaire won gran mistake.' .4

 'I hope not. don't think you have thrown away your money in the land.'

 No, sare but have thrown it all a. way in the rivdre.'

 'That's not my fault 'Yes, sare, but it is your fault. You're von vet gran rascal to swindle me out of de I'argsnt.'

 'HoId, old Poopoo, you grow personal and if you can't keep civil tongue in your head, you must go out of my office.'

 Ware shall 1 go to, eh 2 sTo the devil, for what care, you fool ish old Frenchman y said the auclioneer, waxing warm.

 But sare, will not go to the devil to obliee you!' said the Frenchman, waxing warmer. 'You cheat me out of all de dol- lar vot make in Chatham street; but l will not go to de devil for all dat. l wish you may go to de devil yourself, you dem yankee.doodeli, and l will go and drown myself, toute de suite, right away aar

 You couldn't make better use Of your water privileges, old boy

 An misericorde An, mon dieM de sais abime. am ruin am done up l am break into ten sousan lee,le pieces! l am von lame duck, and shall vaddIe across de gran ocean for Paris, wish is dc yslura-