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AEEcDoTE OF LOUIS PHILIP.-'rhe entertain- ing correspondent ofthe Courier des Etate Uns gives the following narrative as one of the amusing arec- dotes with which, he says, the French king Is wont to entertain his family and friends after the fatigues | and the care of state over for the day: "Durng the emigration. the kng, who then had the title of Duke of Charres, was travelling in A. merica with his brother, the Duke of Montpensier | The United States then were not what they villages and dwellings were only to be found at long | intervals; taverns almost unknown. After fatigung days journey the travellers came 10 the doo off little sAantee in the hackwoods, the proprietor l of winch was poor devil who could scarcely make the two ends meet. Hospitality had large place il his heart, but his cupboard empty, and the hes disposition in the world will not make up for bat supper. As he could not give our travellers bed no board he bestowed his good advice upon them. 4 short distance from his dwelling, he said, there wal Frenchman, living at his ease, who would conside l t great pleasure to make himself useful to his fel | low cOuntyman.

 1 This Frenchmam, who like them had fled from hi native land, did indeed receive them with heart, welcome; but he attached very natural condition tI his hospitality. He wanted to know their names and his guest declined satisfying his curiosity. Frenchman meanwhile kept, eyeng of the ra veIlers with a searching look, and between his cage hope to learn something more about them, and hi natural desire ts do good deed, at length decided to admit them into his house without insisting upol the conditon One of them, touched al this proof O

 

 supper, and we will tell you who we are."

 Alter supper, which was seasoned with back woods appetite, the party at table grew talkalive Far from home, one love to dwell upon it, and no thing ensures a close acquaintance more readily tha the mutual recollection of home and country, at tn distance of two thousand leagues. "Kind host, , said the greater ialker of the two strangers, "yo have given us an excellent repast l will not be un grateful. First of all, will tell you who you are And then the king, at that time Duke of Chartres !, began to chant the recital of Thremen. A peine nous soriions des portcs de Trezene l Il etait Char ses gardes ufiges

 | Tmitaient.

 The countenance of the host resumed an expres sion of great interest, and he became more curIou than ever to learn who he had to deal with

 "Yes." continued the Dake, ," you are the brothe of the ballet al the opera: you used to pla the part of onfdant at the French theatre you live then in the Rue Rcheeu, your name is Dauberya , and I-my dear host-I lived right next door to YOU at the Palas Royal This is the Duke of Montpen sier, my brother and am the Duke of Charues.- l You see we are all neighbors together.''

 After moment of surprise, Dauberva soon foun his tongue again. assured the princeo his devotion and they began to talk again about dear France D. IN. Y. Eve. Post.