st in these
arms! Adored Algernon, I will meet thee to-morrow, at the same place, at
the same hour. Then, then, it will be impossible for aught but death to
divide us.

"M. G."

This kind of flumry style comes, you see, of reading novvles, and
cultivating littery purshuits in a small way. How much better is it
to be puffickly ignorant of the hart of writing, and to trust to the
writing of the heart. This is MY style: artyfiz I despise, and trust
compleatly to natur: but revnong a no mootong, as our continential
friends remark: to that nice white sheep, Algernon Percy Deuceace,
Exquire; that wenrabble old ram, my Lord Crabs his father; and that
tender and dellygit young lamb, Miss Matilda Griffin.

She had just foalded up into its proper triangular shape the noat
transcribed abuff, and I was just on the point of saying, according to
my master's orders, "Miss, if you please, the Honrabble Mr. Deuceace
would be very much ableaged to you to keep the seminary which is to take
place to-morrow a profound se--," when my master's father entered, and I
fell back to the door. Miss, without a word, rusht into his arms, burst
into teers agin, as was her reglar way (it must be confest she was of
a very mist constitution), and showing to him his son's note, cried,
"Look, my dear lord, how nobly your Algernon, OUR Algernon, writes
to me. Who can doubt, after this, of the purity of his matchless
affection?"

My lord took the letter, read it, seamed a good deal amyoused, and
returning it to its owner, said, very much to my surprise, "My dear Miss
Griffin, he certainly does seem in earnest; and if you choose to make
this match without the consent of your mother-in-law, you know the
consequence, and are of course your own mistress."

"Consequences!--for shame, my lord! A little money, more or less, what
matters it to two hearts like ours?"

"Hearts are very pretty things, my sweet young lady, but Three-per-Cents
are better."

"Nay, have we not an ample income of our own, without the aid of Lady
Griffin?"

My lord shrugged his shoulders. "Be it so, my love," says he. "I'm sure
I can have no other reason to prevent a union which is founded upon such
disinterested affection."

And here the conversation dropt. Miss retired, clasping her hands, and
making play with the whites of her i's. My lord began trotting up and
down the room, with his fat hands stuck in his britchis pockits, his
countnince lighted up with igstream joy, and