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The reason why I cannot tell;

 I The Nct itself 1 feel full we'll

 Il do not like thee, Doctor Fell.''

 The thing before you stands cold, mo- tlonless, and apparently speculationless, as the pillar of salt into which the avaricious spouse of the Patriarch was turned; and while you start with wonder at what it can be or mean, you pursue the association and think on the fire and birthstone tha, were rained down. 1t is human being of no very Apollo-like form or face. Short, squat, with his shoulders drawn up to his ears, and his hands delved into his brooches pockets. The hue ofhis face is a mixture of brick dust and saffron, and ] the texture seems that of the skin of dead frog. There is rigidity and tension in ] the features, too, which would make you fancy, if you did not see that that were not the fact, that some one from behind was pinching it with a pair of hot tongs, and that it were either ashamed or afraid to tell. Eyes are usually denominated the win- dows of the soul; but here you would conclude that the windows are false ones or that there is no soul to look out at them. There comes not one pencil of light from the interior, neither is there one scintil- lation of that which comes from without re- fiected in any direction. The whole puts you in mind of '' a skin to let ;' and you wonder why it stands upright, without at least something within. By and by an. other figure comes up to it. It then steps two paces aside, and the most inqdistive glance that ever you saw, and glance more iRluisitive than you would have thought of, is drawn slowly out of the ere- while fixed and leaden eye, as if one were drawing a sword from scabbard. The visiting figure, which has the appearance of coming by accident, and not by design. stops but second or two; in the course of which looks are exchanged, which, -si5ese, the eyes ar5 snsaTnsd bp agau, ( Grd .Ii the figure resumes it's stony posture. Du- ring the morning, numbers of visitors come Fall of whom meet with similar re- ception, and vanish in similar manner: and last of all the figure itself vanishes, leaving you utterly at loss as to what can be its nature and functions.

 That singular figure is Nathan Myers Rothschild, the Jew, who holds the purse to all the kings on the continent, and opens or closes it just as he lists and who, upon certain occasions, has been supposed to have more influence in this country than the proudest and most wealthy of its no- bles--perhaps more influence than the two Houses of Parliament taken together. He takes that post, to be in the midst of his scouts those visitors who appear to come casually, are all there by appoint ment. They communicate their informa- ton, receive their instruction, aud hasten to act: and probably at each application of them to the grand caculating machine. it vas willed that a million of money should change masters, or that potentate who calls himself absolute, should alter his purpose, dismiss his minister, or change the system of his politics. Ungainly as his external man is, and detached as it seems from business, and incapable of thought, it is the case of perhaps the most curious, and certainly the most powerful calcula- ting machine that ever existed. .

 The prodigies of calculation which have from time to time been exhibited, all sink iuto nothing before this one. They could play with numbers, in manner wonder full enough, no doubt; hut their play wal unproductive, was nothing but q meteor marvel to be soon forgot; but this wield the purse of the world, and, by means Q that, all the powers in it. Along. too; will the intuitive magic of numbers which thu singular being possesses, there must pc magic over the passions of men; but wha lit is, or how it works, the possessor VIII no

 tell, and no body else can. .,,

 Even this secresy, however, iorcI0'e ;n, and fell as it is, cannot last forever. Ths

 former high priests of Mammon nave $ SUI U:

 fered reverscs, have been swept ot all men

 wealth, driven to despair. and perlshed Dy f their own hands; and therefore the mar who lives upon the produce of bis daily in

 dustry must be more happy, and may D' more secure, than Rothschild the Jew. a

 mid all his wealth and power. So mucl

 for the very acme of the remnant of Ja cob. Eng. Paper.

 Original Anscdote.-A son of gentleman ot tn

 city, child between three and four years old was on

 day told by his father that tO-mOrrO'O he should De