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the wife. Are you also frightened by a bug-bear? Go up this moment. or--' I am going, my love am going; on- ly want to change my coat and put on a better vest, and--'Do ycuhear that, nincompoop cried the wife, as another peal rang in their ears. of with you this instant, before we are deafned with this noise. '-I am going sweeteSt,.l must have all the servants with me. If our guest is the person suspect him to be, he has been accustomed to many attendants. Accordingly the whole' posse 'wasl muster ed. Boniface, in the humility of his heart, wished to resign the post of honor; but his troops used such pressing arguments to induce him to be their leader. it was quite impossible to resist them. He there fore stepped slowly on, followed by the three walters, the hostler, the stable boy, and the scullion, all hoIdng to each oth- er's coats. The party stopped at the back of the door to take breath, and then came another furious peal. They were just on the point of running down stairs, when the hostess thundered out, what are you about there, must Lcome up D Boni- f,ce cast a rueful glance upon his followers, which was as much as to say, that will never do.' A general groan attested their approximations of those weighty arguments, and driventto despair, the Landlord bold ly threw open the door. B

 The stranger had now trust out his tail in paroxysm of rage; and had any thing been wanting to complete their consterna- tion, it was supplied by Nip, the dog, who with the utmost degree of canine vocifer- ation, sprang towards the door.--It was too much-the whole troop faced abour, and in their flight Boniface fell upon the walters, they on the hostlers, the hostlers on the stable boy, who overset the scull- ion and they all rolled down stairs Sighting and scuffling who should get first into the kitchen. Three stuck in the doorway, but were quickly dislodged by their com peers behind, and baricadoed the door be- hind them.

 Consternation reigned in the inn, from he celler to the garret. The guests were Ill ringing to know the cause of the up- roar. The landlady railed at the servants, who refused to leave their entrenchment, and Boniface prudently counterfeited a swoon, from which all the kicks and cuffs bestowed upon him by his active spouse could not recall him. At length snatching mp tray, and exclaiming, should he be

 inc devil himself he shall have his break fast, if he pays for it, this termagant bold y marched up stairs.

 On reaching the apartment, she found her guest seated at table waiting for break fast, who, after paying her the compile ments of the morning with courtesy, mo- toned her to set down the repast. She obeyed, and, in doing so, glanced her eyes under the table; but nothing was to be seen there except pair of very handsome un- booted legs.-Under pretext of adjusting the window curtains, she made detour to the rear, but with no better success she then walked down stairs, thoroughly per- suaded that all these marvellous stories had originated in the effect of ale.

 Rolf having finished his breakfast, slow y descended the stairs, and, at the same moment, the carriage of proud and rich baroness Leibenstein drove up to the door. Instantly all was hustle within the Golden Eagle. Out rushed the Iandlady, the wai- ters, and hostlers; and into the kitchen stepped Rolf, with purse in hand. Boni- face stood trembling before him. His proffcred payment was timidly rejected, and in voice almost inaudable from agi- tation, Boniface begged him to accept his poor entertainment, adding that he consid- cred the honor of his company sufficient compensation. Nay, nay,' quoth Rolf, advancing as the other retreated, 'this must not be. At least accept this purse you know not how it will oblige me.'- 'Heaven forbid Tempt me not Avaunt! L say,' cried the horror struck landlord. On observing our hero's well feigned as- tonishment, dropping on his knees, he ad- ded; 'Your excelency must excuse me 1; I am under VOW not to touch money this blessed day. Nay then, there is no help for it, said Rolf with the utmost urbanity; 'but henceforth you may rely on my pat- ronage; ; saying which, he bade good mor- ming, and left the house.

 From Whimpha~ss." THE FORTUNETELLER.

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