of the new attraction.

The door was fast. It was soon burst open, and the mystery explained.
The thief, who had carried off the Captain's valise by mistake for his
own, had taken it up to his room, and opened it to gloat over the booty
he supposed it to contain, thrusting his hand in after the spoons. In so
doing he had touched one of the hair triggers, and the pistol had gone
off, the bullet making a round hole through the side of the valise, and
a corresponding round hole in the calf of his leg.

The wounded rascal was taken in charge, first by the policeman, and then
by the doctor; and the duelists and the wedded pair struck up a
friendship on the score of their mutual mishaps, which culminated in a
supper, where the fun was abundant, and where it would he hard to say
which was in the best spirits,--the Captain for recovering his pistols,
the bride for getting her night-cap, the bridegroom for escaping the
station-house, or the duelists for escaping each other. All resolved to
'mark that day with a white stone,' and henceforth to mark their names
on their black traveling-bags, in white letters.

MORAL.--Go thou and do likewise.

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By odd coincidence, this is not the only 'tale of a traveler' and of a
small carpet-bag in this our present number. The reader will find
another, but of a tragic cast, in the 'Tints and Tones of Paris' among
our foregoing pages.

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There are errors and errors, as the French say. The following is not
without a foundation in fact:--

THACKERAY'S young lady, who abused a gentleman for associating with low,
radical literary friends, must have had about as elevated an opinion of
literature as an Irishman I lately heard of had of the medical
profession, as represented by its non-commissioned officers.

My friend BOB handed his man-servant some books, to return to the
Franklin Library. Noticing, a few minutes afterwards, while passing
through the hall, that he was busy carefully wrapping them up in
newspaper, he asked him what he was doing that for.

'Och, shure, Mister ----, I'm afraid, if they say me carr'ing books
rouhnd undher me ahrm, they'll be afther tayking me for a _maydical
student_!'

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The very remarkable and enthusiastic welcome which has been extended to
our proposal to establish the CONTINENTAL as an _independent_ magazine,
calls for the warmest gr