she had
already said, for she examined them closely and then merely
summed up as follows:

"Goot fortoon, goot blanet, goot vifes, blenty monish, mooch
kindes, not more troubles in der footoor years, big friends,
bresident mooch friends mit you, lif long, ninety-nine years
before you die, leave fortoon to vife und two kindes."

The Individual was curious to inquire wherein the fifty-cent dose
he had received, differed from the fortunes for which she charged
"ein tollar," and he received the following information:

"For ein tollar I gifs you a charm as you vears on your necks,
und it gifs you goot luck for ever, und you never gets drownded,
und you lifs long viles, und you bees rich und vera mooch happy."

The Madame was also good-natured enough to exhibit one of these
powerful charms to her customer. It was a piece of parchment,
originally about four inches square, but which had been scalloped
on the edges, and otherwise cut and carved; on it were inscribed
in German, several cabalistic words; this potent document was to
be always worn next the heart.

Madame de Bellini has been in New York but a year or two; she
speaks French and German, and is taking lessons in English from
an American lady. She has many customers, mostly German, and, as
in the case of all the other witches, the greatest majority of
her visitors are women.

MADAME LEBOND, No. 175 HUDSON STREET.

The house in which this woman was sojourning at the time of the
visit hereinafter described, is a boarding-house, and the room of
the Madame is the back parlor on the second floor.

The Individual was received at the door by a short, greasy, dirty
man, about forty years of age, who invited him into the front
parlor, to wait until the Madame was disengaged. This man, who is
an ignorant, half-imbecile person, passes for the husband of the
fortune teller, and is known as _Doctor_ Lebond. He is a man of
peculiar appearance; the top of his head is perfectly bald, and
the fringe of hair about the lower part of it, is twisted into
long corkscrew ringlets, that fall low down on his shoulders.

He informed the customer that the Madame was then engaged, but he
seemed undecided about the exact nature of her present employment.
He first said she was "tellin' the futur for a young gal;" then
she was "engaged with a literary man;" then "a dry-goods merchant
wanted to find out if his head clerk didn't drink;" but finally
he said that "Madame L. is a eatin' of