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way oF closing tl,e scene. On rome enliRhl. enedpersoBsetaonstrating with horror againss the custom, the people said, sOh, sir, we only help God ava vi lhemr WhA would haze been barbariiy and profanity ia esAers, was in them mere simplicity

 4 memoir of some 200 pages, spangled all over with droll things sf this kind, woald furnish of course matter fur an exiendei ar- iicle. Our object, however, being strictly to present mere sketch of the stuff il Is made of, we cor ent ourselves with the following specimen of the stories which made the al- ,er-dinner conversation of Mathews so at traclive. Tie author justly remarks what ample room ii would afford for the develop n.ens of his peculiar powers of iInpersona- tion: An Irish surgeon named M -, who kept running hnrse, applied 10 him or one occasion for lis opinion respecting dispa- ted race.

 ''Now, sur,' commenced the gentleman. 'Mr. Mathews, as you say you understand horse-racing. aud so you do, I'll just thank yc to give me hrle bit of opinion, the leasl taste in life of one. Now, you'll mind me, sur, my horse had won the 6rsi hatc well sur, and then he'd won the second Adte well---'

 ..why, sir said Mathews, If he won Inc heats. he won the race.'

 Mot nj all, my dear fellow; no, al sli.- You see how he won the iirsI hdie, and then, somehow, my horse fcll down, and then the horse Chats mol himself but ,he other came up.'

 'sAnd passed him, l suppose"

 'sNoi at all, sur; nol ut all; you quite mistake the gist of the batter. Now, you see, my horse Had lost the frs, kaic'

 s.Won it, you mean al least won it you said'

 '.Won ii.-of course said won #; tla, is, the other horse won il; and Ire uther horse thai is, my horse, won the second ha'e. when another moi himself comes up and tamblcs down. But stop, I'll demonstrate the circumstance ocularly. There; vou'l keep vour eye on that decanier; now mighty well-uow you'll remember thal's nay horse, that is, mane il's not my horse. i,'s the other; and this cork--you observe this corki this cork's ny horse. and my horse-tha, is, ,hi< cork-had won the first huie''

 "Los, 1t. you saIl, sir, jus, now.' groane'l Mathews, rapidly approaching state of com ple,e bewidermeht

 ''Eost il, sur; By no means; won it. sur, ! maintain; 'pon my soul, your friend there that's grinaing so is mighty bad specimen of an American;) no, sur, lcon II, ! said. And now want your opinion about the baie ; that is not the hate, but the race, you know mot. that is, the first hate, but the second hatc--,hat would be the race whea ii was won'

 "'Why, really my dear sir, replied the ref cree. I don't precisely see the point upon which----'

 God bless me, surl do ye pre.ind 10 na- dersiand horse racing. and caa't give plain opinion on simple matter of hates? Now, sir, I'll explain it once more. The stopper, you are aware. is my horse, but the oiher horse--,l,at is,, the other mans horse, &c., &c.

 And SO on poor M--- went for more than an hour. and Ro one could tell at last which horse il was that fell; whether he hasl won the first hate or lost iI; whether his hnIsc was the decanier or cork; or what the point was upon which NIT. NJ wauIe,l an opinion.'