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as quickly as possible, | hastily thrust it
in, intending TO swallow it as hastily.
Heavens it was as hot as. burning lava.
What could do! The lady's eyes were
fixed upon me, waiting a reply 20 her
question. But my mouth was in "A fame.
] rolled the burning morsel hther and
thither, rocking my head from side to side
while my eyes, which had involuntarilv
fixed on her, were strained from their
sockets. She regarded my grimaces, of
the cause Of which she was ignorant, with
an expression of amazement and surprise
at which can laugh now when | think
Of it,


Monsieur is i'll ?" at length she gently
and IN an anxious tone inquired. could
bear no more. My mouth was Aaying
with intoleyable pain so quietly aban-
donng the point, | opened it to the ut
most, and out dropped the Internal brand
upon my plate. Not the slightest tenden-
cv TO risibilIty ruflicd the impcrtnrbabla
politeness Of the lady. She soo'hingy
condo!ed with me on my misfortune, then
lgraduaIiy led the conversation to a variety
of topics, till eXerllng the magic influence
true poli.eness always exercises, | began
to forget even my own bunders. Grad
ually my checks burned less painfully
and | coaId join in the conversation with
out fear that every word | uttered shared
the fate of the action | attempted, and |
even ventured to hope, nay to congratu-
late myself, that the catalogue of calami-
ties was completed for the day.


Let no man call himself happy before
death, > said Solon, and he said wisely.
The Ides of March were not yet over.
Before us stood dish of caulihower, nice
ly done in butter. This | naturally
enough took for custard pudding, which it
sufficiently resembed. Unfortunately NV
vocabulary was not vet extensive enough
to embrace all the tcchnicalties of the ta-
BILE, and when my fair neighbor inquired if
| was fond of chorRew, verify believed it
to be the, French for custard pudding, and
So high was my panegyric of it that my
plate was bountlully laden with it, Alas I.
one single mouthful was enough to dispcl
the illusion. Would to heaven the chor-


Rcw had vanished with it. But that re-
NAMED bodily, and as gazcd despond-
lngly upon the huge mass that loomod al
most as large and burning as Vesuyius,
my heart died within me. Ashamed to
confess my mistake, though could as
readily have swallowed an equal quantity
lof soft soap, struggled manfully on against
the mountainous heap at lis base-shut-
ting my eyes and opening my mouth to
inhale as large masses as could without
stopping to taste it. But my stomach
soon began to intimate its intention TO ad-
init no more of this nauseous stranger be-
meath its roof, if not even expciling that
which had already gained an unweIcome
admission.


The seriousness of the task had un-
dertaken, aud the resolution necessary
to execute it, had given an earnestness
and rapid'y to my exertions which appe-
tite could not have inspired, when my
plate having got somewhat over the edge
of the table, upon my leaning forward,
tilted up, and down slid the disgusting
mess into my lap. Ny handkerchief, un-
able to bear so weighiy load, bent under