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frankness, you know,o he added, laughing

 "Oh! am not at all astonished at your speaking thus openly when my country is in question" " returned Martin. " ltis syour plain speaking in reference to your own that sur prises me-"

 ou will not find 1t a scarce quality here, l assure you, saving among the Colonel Di- vers, and Jefferson Bricks, and Major Paw kinses-though the best of us are something like the man in Goldsmiths Comedy, who wouldn't suffer any body but himself to abuse his master. Come n' he added, "let us talk of something else. You have come here on some design of improving your fortune, dare say; and l should grieve to put you out Of heart. l am some years older than you, besides; and may, on few trivial points, advise you, perhaps.o

 There was not the least curiosity or imper- thence ill the manner of this offer, which was open-hearted, unaffected, and good-na- tured. As it was next to impossible that he should not have his confidence awakened by department so prepossesng and kind, Mar tin plainly stated what had brought him into those parts, and even made the very diff ficult avowal that he was poor. He did not say how poor, 1t must be admitted, rather throwing off the declaration with an air which might have implied that he had money enough for six months, instead of as many weeks but poor he said he was, and grateful he said he would be, for any counsel that his friend would give him.

 It would not have been very difficult for any one to see but 1t was particularly easy for Martin, whose perceptions were sharp ened by his circumstances, to discern; that the strangers face grew infinitely longer as the domestic-architecture project was deve- loped. Nor, although he made a great effort to ebe- as encouraging as possible could he prevent his head from shaking once involun- tarily, as if it said in the vulgar tongue, upon its own account, No gop' But he spoke in cheerful tone, and said, that although there was no such opening as Martin wished Ill that city, he would make 1t matter of im- mediate consideration and inquiry where one was most likely to exist; and then ohe made Martin acquainted with his name, which was Bevan; and with his profession, which was physic, though he seldom or never practised and with other circumstances connected with himself and family, which fully occupied the time, until they reached the Rowdy Journal Office.

 MT. Tapley appeared to be taking his ease on the landing of the firstfoor; for sounds as of some gentleman established in that region, whistlmg " Rule Britannao with all his might and main, greeted their ears before they reached the house. On ascending to the spot from whence the music proceeded, they found him recumbentin the midst of a fortifcation of luggage, apparently performing his national anthem for the qualification of gray-haired black man, who sat on one of the outworks la portnanteau,5 staring intcntly at Mark, while Mark, with his head reclining on his hand, returned the compliment in a thought ful manner, and whistled all the time He seemed to have recently dined, for his knife, case-bottle, and certain broken meats in handkerchief, lay near at hand. He had en- ployed a portion of his leisure in the decora- ton of the Rowdy Journal door, whereon his own initials now appeared in letters nearly half a foot long, together with the day of the month in smaller type the whole surrounded by an ornamental border, and looking very fresh and bold.

 ''I was almost afraid you was lost, !" cried Mark, rising, and stopping the tune at that point where Britons generally are sup posed to declare (when 1t is whistled) that they never, never, never

 "Nothing gone wrong, hope, sir.''

 " No, Mark. Where's your friend"

 ssThe mad woman sir,'' said Mir. Tapley. "Oh she's all right, sir.''

 ss Did she find her husband 2o

 .' Yes, sir. Least ways she's found his re- mains," said Mark correcting himself.

 "The mans not dead, hope?"

 Not altogether dead, sir,' returned Mark, "but he's had more levers and agues than is quite reconcileable with being alive. When she didn't see him waiting for her, thought she'd have died herself, did n'

 8Was he not here, then?"

 s' He wasn't here. There was feeble old shadow come creeping down at last, as much like his substance when she know'd him, as your shadow when its drawn out to its very finest and longest by the sun, is like you. But 1t was his remains, there's no doubt about that. She took on with joy, poor thing, as much as if it had been all of him p

 Had he bought land ?' asked MT. Bevan.

 "Ah! He'd bought land," said Mark, shaking his head, < and paid for it too. Every sort of nateral advantage was connected with it, the agents said and there certainly was one quite unlimited No end to the water p

 's It's thing he couldn't have done with out, suppose,,'' observed Martin, peevishly

 Certainly not, sir. There it was, any way l; always turned on, and no water-rate Independent of three or four slimy old rivers close by, it varied on the farm from four to six foot deepi in the dry season. He couldn'1 say how deep it was in the rainy time, for he never had any thing long enough so sound | with"

 els this true .'' asked Martin of his com panion.

 Extremely probable" he answered. Some Mississippi or Missouri lot, dare say"

 However, pursued Mark, " he came from I-don't-know-where-and-all, down te New Y ork here to meet his wife and children and they started off again in a steam boa tb;c bloSsod aftornOon ac hanDV to he aIOnl