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things, but the offer of them; for luckily, before any reply could be made, the stage.drvsr called us of with his horn.

 Gentle reader, spare the recital of all that suf- fsred that day. The lady's temper was none of the hezt and travelling agreed with 1t but indierently. When we stopped she was always in fever to go when going she fretted continually to stop. At meal fines she had no appetite; at all other times she wanted to eat As one of the stage drivers ex- messed it, she was in a solid pet the whole day A hundred times I wished her in the arms of Captain Johnson of the Riie I bore it all amazingly. however, and took to myself no small credit for having discharged my duty without losing my pa- tience, or emitting any attention which pollteness required. My companion would hardly seem to have deserved all this; yet still she was iemaie' and had no right to find fault with those little pe- cularites of disposition, which certainly dsc not admire. Besides, her husband was captain m the army: and the wife of gallant officer who serves his country by land or by sea- has high claims upon the chivalry of her countrymen.

 At lenrt6 we arrived at Baltimore, and imme- diatelv called hack, and desired to know where should have the pleasure of setting down my coun- panion. r-,v- Point was the reply.

 Surprised at nothing after all I had seen, gave the order, and stepped into the carriage. Is any part of the Rife regiment quartefed on Felts Point: said I.

 SI don't know, Sald the laoy.

 sDoes not your husband belong to that regiment ]!

 La, bless you. nos Captain Johnson n't sol dier.'

 T have been under mistake, them under. stood he was a captain in the Rfe.'

 sThe RiAeman, sir; he is captain of the Rife man, sloop that runs from Baltimore to North Ca. rolina, and brings tar, and turpentine, and suct matters. sThat's the house, continued she, and as live, there's MT. Johnson, up and well.'

 The person pointed out was low, stout built vulgar man, half intoxicated, with glazed hat or his head, and huge qlid in his cheek. How are you, Polly said he, as he handed his wife out and gave her smack which might have been heard over the street. sWho's that gentleman: eh! a messmate of yours?

 tThats the gentleman that took care of me on the road'

 The supercargo, eh! Come, Mister, light. and take something to drink.'

 thanked the Captain, and ordered the carriage to drive off, fully determined that whatever other imprudence might hereafter be guilty of, would never again, if Icould avoid it, take charge of lady,