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be strong enough to skin the coon arter il has killed him; the noise will wake up folks know, and then we shall have somethin' to eat'

 ''l was ready to bile right over, when as luck would have it, the rain stopt all of sud- den, the sun broke out O prison, and I tho't never seed any thing look so green and so beautiful as the country did. Come says l, now for walk down the avenue, and com fortable smoke, and if the man at the gate i, up and stirrin', will just pop in and break fast with him and his wife. There is some natur there, but here it's all cussed rooksand chimbly swallers, and heavy men and fat women, and lazy helps, and Sunday every day in the week. So 1 fills my cigar case and outs in the passage.

 ''But here was fix! One of &he doors opened into the great staircaise, and which was its 'Ay,' says l, which is 1t, do you know ? Upon my soul, l don't know,' says l; but try; it's no use to be caged up. here like painter, and out l will, that's fact

 So l stops and studies, that's it, sais I, and l opens a door; 1t was a bed-room-it was the likely chambermaid's.

 "sSoftly, sir sais she, putin of her fn- ger on her lip, don't make no noise; Missus will hear you.'

 "sYes,' sais 1, T won't make no noise ; and outs and shuts the door too arter me gently.

 "'What next ? sais l, why you fool, you,' says l, why don't you ax the servant maid, which door itwas" !" Why Twas so conhastri- grated,' says I, T didn't think of it. Try that door , well l opened another, 1t belonged to one O the horrid hansum stranger gals that dined at table yesterday. When she seed me, she gave a scream, popt her head onder the clothes, like a terrapin, and vanished well vanished too.

 'Ain't that too bad ; sais l. T wish l could open mans door, Pd lick him out of spite; l hope l may be shot if l don't, and l doubled my fist, for didn't like 1t a spec, and opened another door-it was the housekeep- CTS 'Come,' sais 1, I won't be baked no more.' She sot up and fixed her cap. 4 woman never forgets the becomins.

 "sAny thing can do for you, Sir sais she, and she really did look pretty, all good naturd people, ii appears to me, do look so.--

 's.Will you be so good as to tell me, which door leads to the staircase, Marm?' sais I.

 0'Oh, is that all , sais she, q suppose, she thoEt wanted her to get up and get breakfast for me,) fits the first on the right, and she fixed her cap agin' and laid down, and 1 took the first on the right and off like blowed cut canlle. There was the staircase I walked down, took my hat, onbolted the outer door, and what beautiful day was there. lit my cigar, breathed freely, and l strolled down the avenue.

 ssThe bushes glistened, and the grass glis- tened, and the air was sweet, and the birds sung, and there was natur' once more walked to the lodge, they had breakfasted had the old folks, so chatted. away with them for considerable of spell about matters and things in general, and then turned towards the house agin' 'Hal- To ? says 1, whats this? warn't that drop of rain? Hooks up, 1t was another shower by gosh, I pulls foot for dear life; it was tall walkin' you may depend, but the shower wins, Comprehensive as my legs be,) and down 1t comes, as hard as all possest. sTake it easy, Sam,' says l, your flint is fixed you are wet thro'-rumlin' won't dry you, and settled down to careless walk, quite desperate.

 {" sNothin' in natur', unless it is an lngin, is so treacherous as the climate here. It jist clears up on purpose do believe, to tempt you out without your umbreller, and jlst as sure as you trust 1t and leave 1t to home, il clouds right up, and sarves you out for it-- it does indeed What site of new clothes Ive spite here, for the rain has sort of a dye in it. It stains so, 1t alters the color oi the cloth, for the smoke is filled with gas and all sorts of chemicals. Well, back goes to my room agin' to the rocks, chimbly swallors, and all, leavin' a great endurin' streak of water arter me all the way, like a cracked pitcher that leaks; onriggs, and puts on dry clothes from head to foot.

 s.By this time breakfast is ready but the English don't do nothin' like the other folks :; don't know whether it's aflectation, or ben' rong in the head-a little of both guess. Now where do you suppose the solid part of breakfast is, Squire Why, it's on the side board-I hope may be shot if it ain't- we'll, the tea and coffee are on the table, to make it as onconvenient as possible.

 ssSais l, to the lady of the house, as got up to help myself, for was hungry enough to make beef ache l know, 'Aunty,' sais l, you'll excuse me, but why don'tyou put the eatables on the table, or else put the tea on the side-board? They're like man and wife, they don't ought to be separated, them two

 s.She looked at me, oh whata look of pity it was, as much as to say, 'Where have you been all your born days, not to know bet ter nor that but l guess you don't know better in the States-how could you know anything there ? But she only sed 1t was the custom here, for she was very purlite old woman, was Aunty.

 We'll sense is sense, let 1t grow where l will, and l guess we raise about the bes kind, which is common sense, and l warn' to be put down with short metre, arter tha fashion. So tried the old man; says l, 'un cle,' sais I, if you will divorce the eatable from the drinkabes that way, why not le the servants come and tend. It's monstrou onconvenent and ridiculous to be a jumpln up for everlastingly that way; you can't sl still one blessed mihit

 