do not care for it and make your mind _heasy_--Friends: you 'ave
_got_ many friends, both 'ere and helsewhere, your friends _will_
be 'appy and you will be 'appy, there will be no difflety _and_
trouble between you, you 'ave 'ad trouble with your friends, but
you face brighter days, be 'appy--Wives: you _will_ 'ave _but_ one
wife; in the third month _from_ now you _will_ 'ear from 'er, you
_will_ get a letter from 'er, and in the fourth month you _will_
be married--she is not particularly 'andsome, nor she _is_ not
specially hugly, she 'as got blue heyes and brown 'air, _is_
partickler fond of 'ome and is now heighteen years of hage--'Appiness:
you _will_ be the 'appiest people in _all_ the land, you can't
himagine the 'appiness you _will_ 'ave--Children: you _will_ 'ave
three children, after you are married you _will_ see no more
difflety _and_ trouble; you _will_ die _in_ a foreign land
across the hocean but you _will_ die 'appy. 'Ope for 'appiness
and 'ave _no_ huneasiness."

Thus prophesied the gay Bohemian, the nut-brown maid, the
dark-eyed oracle, the wise charmer, the female seer, the
beautiful sibyl, the lovely enchantress, the romantic "gipsy
girl" of the Third Avenue.

Romance and poesy were effectually demolished by the overpowering
realities of dirt, vulgarity, cockneyism, ignorance, scratch-wigs,
bad English, and bad gin. Sadly the Individual walked down stairs
behind the gyrating girl, who reappeared with an agile pirouette,
twirled down on her toes, and opened the door with a dizzy
revolution that made her look as if her head and shoulders had
got into a whirlpool of petticoats, and were past all hope of
mortal rescue. The little chink, as of a bottle and glass, came
faintly from the apartment which is the home of the gipsy, and
the individual fancied that the gay Bohemian had returned to her
devotions.

CHAPTER XIII.

Contains a true account of the Magic Establishment of Mrs.
Fleury, of No. 263 Broome Street, and also shows the exact
quantity of Witchcraft that snuffy personage can afford for one
Dollar.

CHAPTER XIII.

MADAME FLEURY, No. 263 BROOME STREET.

From what the reader has already perused of the predictions and
prophecies of these modern dealers in magic, he will hardly think
them of a character to inspire any great degree of confidence in
the minds of people of ordinary common sense. Still less will he
be disposed to believe that merchants of "credit and renown;"
bus