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like Marius on the ruins of Cartbape. while sneaked down.

 6.b;ne SooS %. morning, %!ng, MT. Fitzgig, going

 No' dearest Seraphina, Serena, I ain't gong hsh'ng: | want my breakfast:'

 No breakfast here, MT. Fi,zgig a rlot against me, MT. Fitzgig. Sally and Pom my all gone-gonc fishing, MT. Fitzgip. II you want your breakfast, get it yourself.'

 The battle was over-Fitz, previously broken bp'he breakage of the brittle ware up stairs, M2Mittle spirit left; but to take away his btsgdkfast-to punish him thus in the bread-baSket--was attacking him in the tenderest part. He sued for forgiveness. and after two hours of solicitation, the fie- ry fair granted him pardon and suffered him to kiss her unwashed cheek.

 Filz was tbus changed at once into sonlv my husband,' the humblest of all humble animals. he fetches and carries; goes er- rands, Jugs band boxes and bundles, takes up the yelling little Fitzgigs at night, when they squall. and walks in his shirt with them up and down the room for hours. whether the weather be warm or cold winch IS the leading duty of only my hus- band'--and makes himself peculiarly scarce. when any of his wiie's grand friends come to see her. He is, in fact, hardly ever in presentablc condition: for Mrs. Fi,z re- qnIres too much money herself to allow him to spend any for clothes. He does. however, get levy week, for the pur- Chase of long hines, but very little more.- Although he shrinks and looks dutiful now. whenever his wife is by, at first he ventur- ed, once or twice, to grumble and look sul- ky. These symptoms of insubordina,ion. however were soon ended. Mrs. F. gave a significant 'cut with the eye,' raised piece of fragile furniture in her hand and whispered in stern voice:

 Do y0u a0ant to go q fishing, Mr. Fitz- gagF l'hiLad. paper